The sky was almost as clear a blue as we get in Sercq, and was so full of singing larks that it set us thinking of home.
I could settle down to the quiet farmer-fisherman life on Sercq, as my grandfather had done with great contentment.
It was not like our Sercq houses, granite-built, thick-walled, low in the sides and high in the roof.
And I count our little isle of Sercq the very fairest spot on earth, and in that I am not alone.
