Wordy Wednesday: Brilliant Bursts

I just thought this was lovely writing from Dorothy Sayers in Have His Carcase.

Harriet Vane and Lord Peter Wimsey sat side by side on the beach, looking out towards the Devil’s Flat-Iron. The fresh salt wind blew strongly in from the sea, ruffling Harriet’s dark hair.  The weather was fine, but the sunshine came only in brilliant bursts, as the driven clouds rolled tumultuously across the bellowing vault of the sky.  Over the Grinders, the sea broke in furious patches of white. It was about three o’clock in the afternoon, and the tide was at its lowest, but even so, the Flat-Iron was hardly uncovered, and the Atlantic waves, roaring in, made a heavy breach against its foot.  A basket of food lay between the pair, not yet unpacked.  Wimsey was drawing plans in the damp sand.

Nothing like a nice, relaxing murder mystery after a difficult read.

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