Hello Everybody, welcome to another Wednesday. This morning I have more trouble to report and naughtiness on a grand scale. A rascal has been a-rascalling right under my nose… ‘Living on the Edge 104; the Shore Thing’…
Lesley was the first to notice. It was an uneasy feeling like the ground shifting beneath her. Wait. It was the ground shifting beneath her. Smoother than an earthquake but movement nonetheless. And then, she saw him; a glint out on the sea caught in the light of the rising moon. It was the notorious terror of the high seas Bungalow Bill! He had somehow sneaked up on them in the darkness, tethered a line and was now noiselessly towing their island with them on board. But to what end? Lesley shivered her timbers and tried to scream but fear had taken her voice… xxx