Malspire
“There was a spine tingling coldness to the place, a dread and gut fear now setting in. The men rowed the craft to the beach and at once we could see by the lamp light that something was amiss.
It was dark and eerily quiet with a thin layer of mist flowing like a river from the higher ground. There was the crunch as the launch hit the pebble beach, and men jumped out to pull the boat ashore, stumbling on the loose stones, trying to find footing enough to haul the heavy craft up. The wooden w...all, made white as bone by the salt, wind and water was perhaps twelve feet high and looked solid enough, but a single large gate at its centre was wide open. The pebbles carried on up behind the gate and as we got closer, I could make out the line of beach where it met tufts of rugged grass and wooden walkways made of crude planking. Behind the palisade was a small settlement that climbed the end of the gorge. It was a fishing village. The boats were laid up on the beach inside the simple defences.MoreLess
It was dark and eerily quiet with a thin layer of mist flowing like a river from the higher ground. There was the crunch as the launch hit the pebble beach, and men jumped out to pull the boat ashore, stumbling on the loose stones, trying to find footing enough to haul the heavy craft up. The wooden w...all, made white as bone by the salt, wind and water was perhaps twelve feet high and looked solid enough, but a single large gate at its centre was wide open. The pebbles carried on up behind the gate and as we got closer, I could make out the line of beach where it met tufts of rugged grass and wooden walkways made of crude planking. Behind the palisade was a small settlement that climbed the end of the gorge. It was a fishing village. The boats were laid up on the beach inside the simple defences.MoreLess
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