|Do not touch any military debris. It may explode and kill you.
||[Apr. 18th, 2016|08:54 pm]
Unexpected, sudden, day off. I went to West Ham and then I went further.|
At this point I should apologise for treading all over killsurfcity's parish without prior.
I got off at the end of the line. I bought an Aero in a newsagent's.
It was quiet; there were people and dogs, but they were silent.
There was a snack van, and its generator began chopping off the quiet. Then an emergency telephone started ringing - all by itself: yellow on a post and no-one to answer it but me. No, I didn't.
At first I could not make out the fort towers at Shivering Sands. Then I could. Not there... not there... There, right there!
Two low dark vehicles were moving fast across the sand, at once ridiculous and sinister, like something out of Quatermass. As I got my camera onto the front runner the passenger turned my way, head bulged out by ear defenders, properly eyeballing me. Moody.
I'm told they were looking at shell fragments, like you do on a beach.