A quilt that gazes westwards across the wide Atlantic sea from the Cornish coast to New England... We live a long way from the sea and in the height of summer it can take many hours to reach the coast. But the minute we catch a glimpse of the water, sparkling on the horizon, the cares of the journey disappear. A brisk, salty breeze; clear coastal light; and the sound of the seagulls whirling overhead - eyeing up our fish and chip supper - as we stroll along the pier and we are restored...
