Throughout the Festival
The South Coast, Unannounced and uninvited at various beach locations
To be haunted by the drowned cries of a child, carried on the threatening gale, beneath the surge and shifting shingle, is to abjure the undying romance of the surrounding sea. Yet I cleave to the shore, and heave to the rope, tethering the distant sounding buoy. It will not break, will not succumb to the vast and silencing waters.