Nadia has been here before, at this seeping-away of hope. The other times curl behind her like the petals of a rose, all the memories, all her babies – false alarms, real pregnancies lasting only until her body rejected them.
Meanwhile her boyfriend Simon is underground caving. Nadia knows he risks his life, a decadent death among the limestone, his bones withering in the rock. Her work is to create, to mould leather-hard clay into something beautiful. But she has not the heart for it today.
‘Limestone and Clay shows a maturation and deepening of her considerable talents … Lesley Glaister has produced a portrait of human relationships both disconcerting and haunting in its unflinching clarity’ Sunday Telegraph
