This is where she drowned

 

She did not drown

 

They found her body on this beach

 

She was a strong swimmer

 

Although the sea can be treacherous a sandbank protects this area

 

The waters are never calm

 

 

On the top of that small cliff there used to be cottage

 

Which fell into the sea some thirty years ago

 

The cottage was the home of a poor fisherman

 

Who would sail every day in search of fish

 

But he never brought any back

 

Why

 

Because he argued with them on each trip and returned them to the sea as a punishment

 

 

 

This is a private beach and I insist that you leave

 

Property is theft

 

Pardon

 

Property is theft

 

I do not understand you

 

It was a saying of the anarchist Pierre-Joseph Proudhon

 

Nobody owns this beach

 

If you do not leave I will fetch my father and he owns a shotgun

 

Madame you are indecent

 

In your eyes maybe

 

This is a private beach and if you do not leave I will call the cops

 

Here please use my mobile

 

Shoot them father please shoot them

 

Ah the armed struggle

 

Shoot them father

 

I do not own a gun

 

Look at her father she is indecent

 

In your eyes

 

I own this beach as it is part of the property

 

Property is theft

 

Then I shall invite you for tea

 

Property should be shared

 

 

 

She is buried in the churchyard on the point

 

There is no church on the point

 

You are mistaken

 

I am looking in that direction and I can see no church

 

The drowned heiress is buried there

 

She did not drown

 

The currents are treacherous

 

The waters in this area are quite benign due to the proximity of the sandbank

 

 

I purchased this property from the estate of the drowned heiress

 

The beach which was once owned by the village was included in the sale

 

There is no village for miles

 

The heiress did not drown

 

I know

 

As soon as saw you on the beach I recognised you

 

Then why did your daughter want us shot

 

Take no notice of her as she is mad

 

I am not mad father

 

Forgive her as she has not been the same

 

I am not mad father

 

She has not been the same since her husband died

 

He is not dead

 

Ignore her

 

I saw him set sail this morning

 

He will bring us all fish

 

Your husband is buried in the church on the point

 

He will bring us fish you know

 

That is unless he gets into an argument with them again

 

He often argues with his catch