Hello Everybody is everybody fine? This morning our esteemed CEO, Miss Floss, and I have been to the beach for a walking meeting about the state of the nation and things I may or may not have forgotten… First on her agenda was the scarcity of duck rashers lately… it went downhill from there…
I have agreed to pull my socks up and be more attentive. We’re back home now and she’s having a quick nap. So, let’s have a cup of tea and a catch up with the Little Houses. Things are a little tense over on the table…
Living on the Edge 211; Between the Devil and the Deep, Blue Sea…
Egon and Sheila knew they were being talked about. And not just locally. They’d been in the papers and featured on the evening news. They were well aware that they were living dangerously but, asked for neither the judgement nor the approval of others. It was their choice and theirs alone.
Sometimes, when the waves were particularly fearsome, Sheila would think back to the days when the sea had been a distant neighbour. In those days it was good hour’s walk to the beach. Egon claimed that, on a clear day, he could see the sea but then, he boasted, he was considerably taller than Sheila. She remembered how excited she’d been when the land began to fall away taking with it the trees. Then she too had an ocean view…
Soon a renaming of the village became possible, from Highcliff to Highcliff-on-Sea. They held a fete and twinned themselves with Villefranche-sur-Mer. But the joy quickly turned sour as the realisation dawned that the sea was hungry for more land. Their land.
The salt air encouraged the rust to set in and the villagers moved on leaving Egon and Sheila to an entirely different kind of fate…
Sheila began to imagine the impossible. Moving. It wasn’t going to be easy persuading Egon, but she had to try. One way or another they were coming down the cliff. Besides which, surely, if she was having trouble keeping her grip, Egon would be really struggling… He was, after all, considerably taller than she… xxx
