On an overgrown path.

I used this as a resource for year six writing. The children were quite keen to read the rest of it. Errrrrrr!

Somewhere on the east side of the island was a sandstone outcrop. A little below the outcrop lay a small wood. Alongside the edge of this dark windswept wood, ran a narrow, overgrown stony path. The dusty gravel led to “Smuggler’s Dip”, so named because it was out of sight from the headland above, and impossible to detect from the sea. Beside a small waterhole leading down to the bottom of the red cliffs, stood a small whitewashed hut. While it’s tin roof would rattle and drum in the breeze the raw burnt grass around the door would sway like a troupe of amateur dancers. This was “Seatops”. Seatops was a lonely desolate place. There was no running water, electricity or anything else. It was here that it had happened.


Author: mcchrystalise

Because of MS, (it's a swine of a thing) I no longer work because I no longer work. I blog about the things I think about. I love music.

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