She stands on the cliff looking out at the sea. Today the water is the colour of steel, rugged and searing with small white peaks. Somewhere, far out there, is the coast of France, and later this year she will reach its shore.
This is one of her favourite walks. On one side of the coastal footpath is the sea. If she turns inland, she is met with the view of fields and farmland. As she watches she can see the pattern the wind makes on the grasses, it comes towards her, almost as if it is a wave itself.