Culm rock was a wild place. You might search the coast for miles and not find another bit of nature so bare and rent and ragged as this. So fiercely had the storms driven over it, so wildly had the wind and waves beat, that the few cedars which once flourished as its only bit of greenness were long ago dead, and now held up only bleached and ragged hands.
- Paperback | 112 pages
- 152 x 229 x 6mm | 163g
- 12 Jun 2015
- Illustrations, black and white