”As the gale tore at her with renewed frenzy Tess put up her arms as if to fly. She closed her eyes, her legs wobbled and buckled.

La Fret Point, Portelet, Jersey
She visualised the rocks rushing up to meet her, the agony to follow. Slowly, very slowly she opened her eyes, lowered her arms, tucked her collar closer around her neck and struggled back to the cottage.”
From ‘Tess of Portelet Manor‘. Mental health, depression, suicidal thoughts – all are openly talked about these days. Help is available. Not so in 1935 when you just had to deal with it. Or not.
Looks like an interesting story. Is it all fiction or is it based upon an incident or person?
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Hi EQ 🙂 No, Tess is a fictitious young women. However she lives in real-life Jersey in the pre-war years and during the German Occupation and beyond. She’ll always be my favourite character.
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Hmm, I can’t help but wonder if there is more to this post than a “teaser” for the excellent Tess novel. I hope you continued to have a pleasant and successful recent sojourn working on your WIP.
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Thanks Jane, always appreciate your support 🙂 No I’ll be doing a few more of these as part of a bit of a marketing campaign. It’s quite good fun searching out extracts and appropriate images to go with them.
Yes, mission accomplished with the WIP. Into the beta reading/editing phase now.
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Phew, so it wasn’t also a subtle cry in the darkness! 😉 And I loved the image. I’ll stay tuned!
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Such a captivating post, Roy. Love the image, too!
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Thank you Jill. It’s a lovely spot in summertime but as wild as you can imagine as the winter storms come through :-O
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Oh yes, I can certainly imagine, Roy.
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Beautiful passage!
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Thanks Juliann. A few of our running group were out at that spot a couple of months ago and it was sunny and beautiful, not a breath of wind. It changes fast.
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Your words are charming and the photo is beautiful
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Thank you Luisa 🙂 Yes, those cliffs would be easily recognisable by Tess in 1935. A lovely spot, but wild.
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