He gave me a bad check.

It was here in the kitchen, in the passage In the mews in the harn in the byre in the market place […] .

We'd been cooped up in a smeggy coach all the way from Leeds. No one told me how far it was to the south coast. And England's supposed to be small. It took us ages. Any road, we finally arrived, got parked and made for the chip shop.

A ledge takes you behind the first fall, then it's over a rise and down a steep scrambly gully in the shadow of towering red flanks...