Black typewriter-style lettering reading walk by faith across the top of a foot, with a denim jean cuff visible above the ankle.

Walk by faith lettering on a foot

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A bare foot rests on a wooden floor, with the phrase walk by faith written in black ink across its upper side. The lettering uses a typewriter-style serif typeface with clean, fine outlines and some soft shading. The warm-toned photograph is taken from above and at an angle, with the denim cuff of the trouser leg at the top left.

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Mrs Dunning had typed the notice three times before she was satisfied with it, and still the sea fret had got into the carriage and smudged the e's. Walk by faith, it read, pinned under the brass bell in the hall of Seaview House. Nobody at the breakfast table asked what it meant, though Edwin Pell read it twice and then folded his newspaper into a small hard square.

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He was the only guest left after the August rush, a clerk from Leeds who paid in advance and took his tea standing at the window. Each morning he walked the sea wall to the pier and back, counting the bollards, and each morning the tide came a little higher up the steps. Mrs Dunning said the council had promised a new groyne. Edwin said nothing, but on the fourth morning he left his shoes outside his door with the laces tucked in, the way a man does when he means to go somewhere by a road he cannot see.

At low water the causeway showed, a pale ribbon of sand that Mrs Dunning's late husband had walked every Sunday for forty years. Edwin went out in the grey before the gulls woke, a flask in one pocket and the typed notice in the other, because the sea had never once in his life asked him to hurry. Halfway across, the sand softened under his feet. He stopped, and he did not look down. He kept his eyes on the lighthouse and took one step, then another, the way his mother had taught him to cross the frozen canal as a boy.

When he came back at noon his trousers were dark to the knee and he was smiling in a way Mrs Dunning had not seen before. She took the notice from its hook, rolled it into the carriage of her machine and struck one more line beneath the first: Keep going. She pinned it up again and went to see about the kippers.