their first view of Polreath was from the top of a hill.
"Oh look, Stephen ! The sea! And lots of little boats. It looks wonderful", said Anna,
There was a big sign at the side of the road relling motorists not to drive into the village, that they must leave their cars in the car park.
"Right. Let's leave everything here. I'm going for a swim," said Stephen.
"Me too," replied Anna. They walked hand in hand down the steep, narrow street to the beach below.
The water wasn't wonderfully warm-this was the Atlantic after all-but even so that first swim was almost magical. Stephen lay on his back, looking at the sky and enjoying the first taste of freedom. Anna had swum quite a long way out but was now coming up towards him.