Well, it is of course pure fantasy, but somehow it nails both H. P. Lovecraft and the British seaside.
I read all of HPL years ago and loved it. (Maybe not so much now.) And we vacationed in England years ago, visiting the seaside (postcards, anyone?) and looking at the shingle in the rain. Tried the ploughman's lunch, too. Don't know if I could murder a Shoggoth's. Innsmouth was probably swept away by Henry VIII to use the tourguide's lingo.
More like this, please.
This may be my favourite Neil story.
"Why are there ghosts in the kitchen punching each other in the balls?" - Aidan, "Being Human"
"Christianity has not been tried and found wanting; it has been found difficult and not tried."
- G.K. Chesterton
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