Description

I walked on through the mist, what little vision I had blurred by the damp ness. For a brief moment the breeze ripped the grey curtain aside and there on the right lay the Loe Pool, dark and forbidding, a sombre picture framed in a ring of mist. What was that? A ripple? A hand? A flash of steel? The mist closed in, and the scene vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. Perhaps it had never appeared at all, and it was just a Cornish fantasy. A