Chapter SevenOriginally they had planned to take Scruffy into the park, but Lawrence was curious about the beach and, in particular, what had happened to the site where he'd discovered the coracle. Somewhat reluctantly, Jenny had finally agreed.
It was a still day, a weak sun barely able to break through the grey clouds, and the beach was deserted. The stretch of sand they strolled along was an unattractive black and even the water was a dull, iron-grey colour. “This is nothing like Alderney,” said Jenny distantly. “There, the water is crystal clear, almost Mediterranean. It may have been icy cold, even on a summer's day, but it was clean. Not like this.”
“It's not as bad as it was,” said Lawrence. “The River Mersey has seen huge improvements in the quality of its water, but it'll be a l
