The acclaimed National Theatre production, based on the novel by Neil Gaiman, transfers to the West End from October 2021.
Thank you, to my sister-in-law for giving me a copy of The Ocean at the End of the Lane. In December, right before I turned seven my family moved from Australia to Norway. One of my memories tied t…
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The Morrisons E5 store off Bradford Road was a long way from the drawing board when CH Wood took this photograph of Five Lane Ends in 1963 (it…
This five-star spectacular from the producers of War Horse and The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time is a thrilling adventure of fantasy, myth and friendship, taking audiences on an epi…
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An excerpt from The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman. Fan post and re-enacted. 🌸 Note: POV of the narrator, the main character who is seven years old. 🌿🌸🌿 Lettie led me to a hazel thicket beside the old road (the hazel catkins were hanging heavy in the spring) and broke off a branch. Then, with her knife, as if she had done it ten thousand times before, she stripped it of bark and cut it again so that now it resembled a Y. She put the knife away (I did not see where it went) and held the two ends of the Y in her hands. ‘I’m not dowsing,’ she told me. ‘Just using it as a guide. We’re looking for a blue … a blue bottle, I think to start with. Or something purply-blue, and shiny.’ I looked around with her. ‘I can’t see one.’ ‘It’ll be here,’ she assured me. I gazed around, taking in the grass, a reddish-brown chicken pecking at the side of the driveway, some rusty farm machinery, the wooden trestle table beside the road and the six empty metal milk churns that sat upon it. We walked together in the direction she indicated. Across a meadow and into a clump of trees. ‘There,’ I said, fascinated. The corpse of a very small animal – a vole, by the look of it – lay on a clump of green moss. It had no head, and bright blood stained its fur and beaded on the moss. It was very red. ‘Now, from here on,’ said Lettie, ‘hold on to my arm. Don’t let go.’ I put out my right hand and took her left arm, just below the elbow. She moved the hazel wand. ‘This way,’ she said. ‘What are we looking for now?’ ‘We’re getting closer,’ she said. ‘The next thing we’re looking for is a storm.’ We pushed our way into a clump of trees, and through the clump of trees into a wood, and squeezed our way through trees too close together, their foliage a thick canopy above our heads. We found a clearing in the wood, and walked along with the clearing, in a world made green. Lettie shouted, ‘Get down!’ and she crouched on the moss, pulling me down with her. She lay prone, and I lay beside her, feeling a little silly. The ground was damp. Lettie walked and I walked beside her. We held hands now, my right hand in her left. The air smelled strange, like fireworks, and the world grew darker with every step we took into the forest. ‘I said I’d keep you safe, didn’t I?’ said Lettie. ‘Yes.’ ‘I promised I wouldn’t let anything hurt you.’ ‘Yes.’ She said, ‘Just keep holding my hand. Don’t let go. Whatever happens, don’t let go.’ Her hand was warm, but not sweaty. It was reassuring. ‘Hold my hand,’ she repeated. ‘And don’t do anything unless I tell you. You’ve got that?’ I said, ‘I don’t feel very safe.’ She did not argue. She said, ‘We’ve gone further than I imagined. Further than I expected. I’m not really sure what kinds of things live out here on the margins.’ She opened a five-bar gate, and we went through it. She let go of my hand. We were at the bottom of the lane, near the wooden shelf by the road with the battered silver milk churns on it. The world smelled normal. I said, ‘We’re really back now?’ ‘Yes,’ said Lettie Hempstock. ‘And we won’t be seeing any more trouble from her.’ She paused. ‘Big, wasn’t she? And nasty? I’ve not seen one like that before. If I’d known she was going to be so old, and so big, and so nasty, I would’ve left you behind.’ I was glad that she had taken me with her. Then she said, ‘I wish you hadn’t let go of my hand. But still, you’re all right, aren’t you? Nothing went wrong. No damage done.’ I said, ‘I’m fine. Not to worry. I’m a brave soldier.’ That was what my grandfather always said. Then I said, ‘No damage done.’ She smiled at me, a bright, relieved smile, and I hoped I had said the right thing. 🌿🌸🌿
About Bembridge Lane End beach is a pebble and stone beach toward the sea wall, but is also sandy underfoot making it good for paddling or bathing. The Lane End beach is probably best known for being the site of the striking new Bembridge Lifeboat station, which runs from a long pier. A new Lifeboat shop and store at the shoreward end is opening Summer 2013. If you walk along the coast in the direction of Bembridge Harbour there are a number of large rocks and also the remains of old wooden groynes eroded by the sea, that make an interesting photographic opportunity. As the tide recedes rock pools are revealed for shrimping and rock pooling. There is a cafe/restaurant, on the sea wall end of the Lifeboat pier, with tables in a walled garden overlooking the sea and an indoor restaurant. It specialises in local seafood and also has Island-made Minghella's ice creams, drinks and snacks and a small shop. TOP TIP: Families bring nets and buckets for kids and they can forage in the rock pools at low tide. GETTING THERE: The number 8 bus can take you to Bembridge and you then walk down Lane End Road to the beach. There's a decent sized car park next to the Lifeboat Station and a few no restricted parking places on the road.
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