Chapter Five, in which I'm hungry for a teacake . . . and a waitresses smile.
"...I drink coffee as the sun rises over Hillsborough Head, to the East. Two dogs bark, one goes "Rugh, rugh, rugh, rugh", the other goes "Hgur, hgur, hgur, hgur". I sit on the bucket and laugh to myself at them. The cabin is open to the sunshine which drives out the clamminess from rainy days and sweaty nights.
One night I awoke in the early hours, about 2 am, and, popped my head out of the forehatch to check the dinghy was secured. When the tide leaves it knocks the dinghy around for a few minutes just when the surge breaks onto the sand at that point. Anyway as I peered over the side I heard a wolf-whistle! Only my shoulders were visible so I wasn't being overly careless. Can a girl get no peace, anywhere?..." Read more
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