On the shore, silence; dawn was still a distant hope, a promised kindness in the face of the ice and gloom blanketing Clayham-on-Sea. In heralding the coming light, a sharp breeze had pushed all clouds from the pale sky, leaving a clear view from the mainland right out to the horizon. The vista was a small mercy amid the cold January cruelty; Havannah reckoned it was something to be thankful for. During her first time at the water’s edge, there had been a certain defiance, ev

Previously on PIER... By the time the fireworks began, the bruised pastel sky had darkened into a barely-lit canvas. Light speckled against the gathered clouds in explosive glory as the crowd below cheered from the shoreline. Out at sea, the faint boom  echoed among the waves, a fleeting whip cracking from so very far away and disappearing into the void.  The evening was going better than Havannah had expected, flourishing from hesitant expectation into raucous celebration. H

It was 2:13am - I checked my phone and winced at the glare - and this was surely the last house party on planet Earth. Smoke hung heavy...

I would like to remind you all that Britain is ancient; she has lived many lives, each one a thick-rooted history that tangles its way...

The world is coming to an end. That's what mama says. It hardly feels real. But then, Uncle Bishop says it's all too big for us to grasp....