Who would want to head round there at this time though? It’s not
yet dark but the light is fast failing and the way the branches
reach out and entwine overhead he could easily be hit by something
and knocked off riding like that. And on the cliff path, how sure
would the horse be about picking its way down?
Salvia grips the handlebars and just cycles. At least she has
lights. Tonight she’s even prepared to wear the fluorescent yellow
jacket her mother bought her and which normally stays scrunched away
in the saddle-bag. She feels a bit like an accident waiting to
happen. She might as well try to keep the odds in her favour until
she can get back to the house and collapse and sleep.
October 10, 2002
Extract from Vitalize