Firefly Gadroon
“Our whole coast hereabouts is indented by creeks, inlets, tidal mudflats and marshes. As you approach the sealands you notice that the trees become less enthusiastic, stunted and leaning away from gales on the low skyline. They have a buttoned-up look about them even on the mildest day. Then the sea marshes show between the long runs of banks and dykes. You see the masts foresting thinly among the dunes’ tufted undulations. Anglers abound, sitting gawping at their strings in all weathers. A few... blokes can be seen digging in the marsh flats among the weeds. Well, whatever turns you on, but it’s a hell of a hobby in a rainstorm. A lot of visitors come to lurk among the reeds with binoculars when they could be holidaying in a lovely smokey town among the antique shops, which only goes to show what a rum lot people are.
‘Head for the staithe, Dolly.’ ‘I must be mad in this weather, Lovejoy.’ The birds are different, too, sort of runners and shovellers instead of the bouncy peckers that raise Cain in my patch if you’re slow with their morning cheese.MoreLess
‘Head for the staithe, Dolly.’ ‘I must be mad in this weather, Lovejoy.’ The birds are different, too, sort of runners and shovellers instead of the bouncy peckers that raise Cain in my patch if you’re slow with their morning cheese.MoreLess
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