Beautiful. For me, it has echoes of Larkin's 'poastal districts packed like squares of wheat'. Though it didn't feel like He hadn't pressed that firmly, a few years ago when we all struggled up that ascent into the South West Coastal Path near Dorset, before lying or sitting breathless at the summit (it was only a hill!), then skipping down to the beach below and our rendevous with the hen party and another Fairbairn skinny dip, before dinner with Billy Bragg and Graham Le Saux at that seaside restaurant. (Where was that?)
The hill was the Golden Cap and the restaurant was in West Bay, which is Bridport's harbour. The hen party were at Eype. The quote comes from Aurora Leigh, an excerpt of which Jacob is studying at A level. Do you know it?
No, I don't know her stuff very well. I'll have a look. Just finished your recommended thriller: Porter's 'The Dying Light'. Very exciting. Reminiscent of The 39 Steps in its Englishness, the ending at Parliament and the appearance of Black Rod.