Derek Tangye

Chapter i I woke up on Christmas morning, looked out of the window across the wild boulder-strewn moorland to the turbxilent white-capped sea of Mount's Bay, and was uncomfortably aware of the part I had to play. 'Merry Christmas!' I said cheerfully. Too cheerfully. There was a second's...

1 heard one day that my neighbour was leaving. We had been neighbours for seven years and, in view of the manner of our coming, conflict between us was perhaps inevitable. The neighbour represented the hard-working peasant, Jeannie and I the up-country interlopers. Minack and our six acres of...