Things We Lose in Waves

Jenny stood at the top of the cliff, breathing heavy and thighs burning, but triumphant. She could still do something. She could still do this. She walked over to the edge and peered down at the ruins of the caravan on the second bay. It seemed so unlikely that the cliff would crumble when you were up here. You thought about how impossible it was even as you stared down at where it had happened before, again and again. But whoever thinks that the ground beneath them will suddenly cease to hold them up? Nobody. Until it does.Praise for Lucy Ayrton:'Fascinating. Enlightening. Sobering' Oxford Times'Brilliantly subversive' The Scotsman'Storytelling how it's meant to be' Three Weeks'Refreshing, heartbreaking and magical' Cath Weeks'Riveting' Karen Millward Hargrave