His arms barely cleared the surface, and his lungs seemed to have shrunk. His legs were far heavier than when he’d first launched himself into the waves. He trod water for a moment, then paddled himself around to look back at the beach.
He was surprised by how far he’d come. Weston-super-Mare was draped across his horizon like a toy village. As the sea swelled under him, he could pinpoint the Winter Gardens, and the new white pier glinting in the sunshine, but nothing else was recognizable from this distance. The broad beach was no more than a narrow brown line.
He wondered whether anyone had stolen his shoes yet, and remembered he’d only put an hour’s parking ticket on the Land Rover.
He laughed. A short sound, which was all his burning lungs could spare him. He was too far out, and his arms were too tired and his legs were too heavy. But he didn’t feel frightened and he didn’t feel alone.
Jonas turned his back on the beach and kept swimming. He concentrated on lifting his weary arms and kicking his leaden legs and turning his mouth to suck in the sunshine.
Every weakening stroke pumped more joy into his heart.
He couldn’t wait to tell Lucy all that he had learned.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I could not have written this book without the kind help of hunt staff and members on Exmoor, who were so generous with their time and knowledge.
Many thanks to the editorial, design and marketing teams at Transworld for their insight, creativity and attention to detail. I’m particularly grateful for the support of Sarah Adams and Ben Willis.
About the Author
Belinda Bauer grew up in England and South Africa. She has worked as a journalist and screenwriter and her script
Blacklands
Darkside
For more information on Belinda Bauer and her books, see her website at www.belindabauer.co.uk
