Thunder clouds rolled across the hills and the tide ran down the Firth. Along the Solway shore tides run hard, and when the west wind blows against the ebb an angry sea gets up. The black-sailed boats had lowered topsails, but Kilmeny carried hers, and Andrew Grier let her go. The tide helped her to windward, and he risked a look about. Lead-colored mist broke like foam against Criffel's top; ominous clouds rolled down Skiddaw's slopes across the Firth. In the foreground, the sun touched the water, and wind and tide plowed white-edged furrows in the shining green. Farther off, in the clouds' shadow, a black and purple belt was streaked by ragged lines of foam.
Used availability for Harold Bindloss's Green Timber
June 2004 : USA Paperback