Between Cliffs and Channel


A cloud of blue butterflies hovered just beyond the Astra's bonnet. Beyond them rose the famous White Cliffs. This was a day for fresh air and blue skies. No ghosts allowed. The conversation with her mother already sounded like something she's made up. Sophie clicked a picture of the cliffs, locked the car and went to investigate a nearby information kiosk.

Half-way down
Hangs one that gathers samphire; dreadful trade."
Shakespeare, King Lear.

Ghosts of the Heart, Barbara Stoner