Splendid isolation

Clear by Carys Davies

"He wished he could swim – the swimming belt felt like a flimsy thing and it had been no comfort to be told not to worry, the men couldn’t swim either.
Each time the boat rose he glimpsed the rocky shore, the cliffs, the absence of any kind of landing; each time descended, the rocks vanished and were replaced by a liquid wall of grey.”


The opening paragraphs of Clear by Carys Davies, leads the reader right to the heart. . .