June 1, 2012
Below us, the water is the colour of happiness. Everything is in flower. The air is heavy with rosemary, and honey, and pine. A rickety wooden staircase leads down into a hidden cove. The orange rocks come steepily down on both sides. I kick off my sandals and wade in the piercingly cold water. It has the clear blue of expensive crystal. Anemones wave their many arms in my direction, and I stroke them, and the soft sea moss on which I tread. A silvery glint, and I have it, in my hand like a mermaid's ear, mother of pearl.