had allowed them to go bare-headedâchased the hat and caught it when its erratic progress halted in a tangle of heather. Daisy decided to leave it near the path with a stone to hold it down.
âI hope the sheep wonât eat it,â said Deva with a giggle.
âI hope Sid wonât come along and think itâs been thrown away,â Belinda worried. âBut heâd give it back to you, Mummy, if we told him.â
âI know he would, darling.â Daisy enjoyed the feeling of the wind tossing her shingled curls, though she knew she would pay for hatlessness with a new crop of freckles. She turned to Alec. âWell, what do you think?â
He eyed her with an admiring grin. âI always did like the informal look.â
âI meant the view.â
âThatâs beautiful, too.â
They stood arm-in-arm, gazing out to sea. Even from their height, the Channel looked rough, the great rollers white-capped as far as they could see. Fishing boats bobbed in the middle distance, and farther out a majestic liner ploughed its way through the swells, but the wind seemed to have dissuaded the small yachts from leaving the inlet. Seagulls hung in the air, the ârolling level underneath them
steady air,â Daisy said with a vague memory of Gerard Manley Hopkinsâs poem, though that, she rather thought, was about a singular falcon, not plural gulls.
Walking on, Daisy and Alec stopped now and then to contemplate a particularly fine vista of the rocky coastline. At one high point they could see for miles inland, as far as what Alec claimed was Dartmoor in the hazy distance.
The girls had run ahead, with strict instructions to stay away from the edge. They came dashing back to announce that they had found Devaâs path down the cliff.
Alecâs stride lengthened. Pleased to see his enthusiasm, Daisy didnât try to keep up, saving her energy for a possible climb to come. When she joined Bel and Deva at the top of the path, Alec was already past the first switchback, his hand shading his eyes as he surveyed the rest of the way down.
âMr. Fletcher said to stay here till he says itâs all right to come.â
âAnd then go carefully. No rushing,â Belinda reminded her friend.
At that moment, Alec looked up and waved. Bel and Deva both immediately set foot on the path side by side. They looked at each other.
âI found it,â said Deva.
Bel nodded reluctantly. âAll right, you can go first. Iâll help Mummy at the difficult bits.â
âGosh, thanks, darling,â said Daisy, feeling a hundred years old. But perhaps it wasnât her age that prompted such solicitude. Officially Bel hadnât been told yet that there was a baby on the way, but she was a bright child quite capable of putting two and two together. Children today seemed to know far more of such matters than they had in Daisyâs youth.
Deva continued downward at a prudent pace. Bel followed her, glancing back now and then to say anxiously, âAre you all right, Mummy?â
âSo far, so good.â The first part was easy, though rather steep, but
soon the way turned rough and rocky. The return journey was going to be quite a toil. The almost sheer drop to Daisyâs left was sometimes separated from the path by a rim of rock or a few tussocks of grass, sometimes by nothing at all. She averted her gaze, keeping it firmly fixed on the next couple of yards her feet had to cross. At least they were not buffeted by the wind. Some trick of conformation of cliff and headland sheltered them, and the sun felt warm.
They reached Alec. âI canât see sand at the bottom, if there is any,â he reported, âbut there are some flat rocks down there we can sit on for our picnic. They should be sheltered from the wind, and with the tide ebbing we neednât worry about being stranded. How are you doing, love? You donât think it will be too much for you