Chapter 56

I must return to my Nona. We came to Berry Head and opened Torbay. It is with Torbay as with the Fowey coast. I have known it only under such weathers as leave a hint of heaven: never have I opened Torbay in passing Berry Head but it was morning, with the young sea delighting in a leading breeze; and once, a draught to last forever, I came up under such a dawn and with so tender a dying crescent in the sky that I spent an hour in Paradise. What are those days of glory? They are not memories: are they premonitions, …