Dew Point

At the top of the chalk, just where the river Laver pauses in reflection before plunging two hundred and seventy feet before heading through the town, the forest thins out and gives way to a short bluff overlooking the Laver Marsh. Dew Point, as it was named for the flat piece of granite that gathers moisture long before the surrounding limestone, has been the sacred place for a particular group of people, albeit mostly single men, for decades. It overlooks the Penny Lane camping site, a haven for nudist campers and caravanners since it first opened in the late nineteen-fifties.