Chapter 11Martin
There was a strong sea-breeze that Martin revelled in as they stood at the edge of the cliff facing looking out at the crashing waves, sea-pinks and long grasses blowing along the edge of the turf track. “I love the coastal path,” he said, glancing sideways at Gethin, who was standing beside him and breathing deeply.
“It blows away the cobwebs,” Gethin said. “I don’t get out nearly as much as I should do. I love being out and about in the countryside when I actually motivate myself to leave the house.”
“It’s easy not to,” Martin agreed. “Eventually I had to make it a routine every weekend, else I found myself spending the whole of my time off in bed watching telly or reading. Or both at once.”
Gethin laughed. “Yeah, it’s easy to do,” he said. “I used to walk with Rob,
