The car skidded across the grass. He really wished he hadn't swerved to avoid the mother with the pushchair and crashed through the cliff-top fence at high speed, but it was a bit late now.
He pumped the brakes, but it was like peeing in the North Sea, the same sea he was currently sliding towards.
He pulled the handbrake and sent the car into a spin. He saw sea, then grass, then sea. He felt dizzy.
The car came to rest and he could feel the back of it hanging over the cliff, the front end lifting from the ground ever so slightly.
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