Made of stone,
Solid as a rock,
Standing guard over the village.
A place of safety,
A place of comfort,
The prayers reach out
To the brave fisherman over the ocean.
Dominic, Fairfield Junior School
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Made of stone,
Solid as a rock,
Standing guard over the village.
A place of safety,
A place of comfort,
The prayers reach out
To the brave fisherman over the ocean.
Dominic, Fairfield Junior School
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These are currently the people who are known about within the village;
Mr Benson lives at the Village Shop, age unknown
Mrs Benson lives at the Village Shop, age unknown
Louis Benson, age 26
Steven Benson, age 24
Mrs Shaw visits the shop, age 62
Mr Watts visits the shop, age unknown
Mr Barr visit the shop, age unknown
Bill Parva lives at the post office, age unknown
June Parva lives at the post office, age unknown
Matthew Norton lives at the public house, age 31
Elaine Norton lives at the public house, age 29
Courtney Norton lives at the public house, age 8
Max McCree lives at No 10, age 39
Clare McCree lives at No 10, age 33
Marlon McCree lives at No 10, age 13
Jemma McCree lives at No 10, age8
James ?? No 8, age 55
Rose ?? No 8, age 53
Vicar Howard lives at No 7, age 69
Paul Kingston lives at No 6, age 36
Jackie Kingston lives at No 6, age 34
Adele Kingston lives at No 6, age 12
Mark Kingston lives at No 6, age 9
Annie Kingston lives at No 6, age 7
Male ?? lives at No 5, age unknown
Female ?? lives at No 5, age unknown
Zak ?? lives at No 4, age unknown
Kelly ?? lives at No 4, age 25
Jack ?? lives at No 4, age unknown
Steve Watson lives at No 3, age 27
Karen Swift lives at No 3, age 25
Shannon Swift lives at No 3, age 18months
John Darley lives at No 2, age unknown
Joanne Darley lives at No 2, age unknown
Hannah Darley lives at No 2, twin, age unknown
Rachel Darley lives at No 2, twin, age unknown
Callum Darley lives at No 2, age unknown
Maurice Roseman lives at No 1, age 79
Hayley Roseman lives at No 1, age 21
Miss Young works at the Beach Stall, age unknown
Pete Shepherd lived at Shepherds Wood, age unknown
Carol Shepherd lived at Shepherds Wood, age unknown
Sarah Shepherd lived at Shepherds Wood, age unknown
James Shepherd lived at Shepherds Wood, age unknown
John M Finnigan lived at Lighthouse, died
Wife lived at the Lighthouse, died
Child lived at the Lighthouse, died
Child lived at the Lighthouse, died
Harry J Quimby is the Mayor, age unknown
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One day four children from Bectan Sands - Mark who’s nine, Jack who’s ten, Courtney who’s eight and Marlon who’s thirteen - were so bored that they went to Smugglers Cliff. Mark walked to the edge of rocky cliffs to see the sands below him but his leg jammed in-between two rocks.
Jack got his phone and called the coastguard. He looked away
whilst on the phone.
Suddenly he felt the ground shaking and then heard
a loud rumble. He spun around. Mark had disappeared. There had been a
land-slide. Mark must have fell.
Jack screamed “Coastguard get your boat.”
Courtney was screaming "Phone his parents, they have a boat."
Marks friend’s were screaming to him "Find a rock and climb on."
Mark found a
rock, but it was slippery. He had no grip, so when he got on he fell off
the other side.
Twenty minutes later a boat arrived, but it was to wide to fit though the rocks so the man threw a life-buoy and pulled Mark to the boat. He got back to shore with only a broken leg.
"He’s lucky he’s alive and that his friends have phones” said the coastguard, "Plus we know what to do”.
The children would never go to the edge of anything again.
Tom, Douglas Primary
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One day, Marlon and Jemma were sent out to get some firewood from Shepherds Woods for their mother. Marlon and Jemma skipped along merrily until Marlon found the same cave with the previous treasure was found.
Marlon went over to the trap door to see if anything has changed. He couldn’t believe it! It’s absolutely impossible because he found more treasure. Last time he knew that the police took all the treasure away to the archaeologist. How could more get inside? Marlon had no other choice but to show the police once again. Marlon went to find a phone box while Jemma stayed guard.
The police came in less than two minutes. They climbed into the cave and carefully put the treasure inside a plastic bag. They shoved it all into the car boot. “Would you like to come with us and see how the archaeologist is doing with the first treasure you found. We haven’t heard about what he is doing or what he has discovered.” said the police officer. Marlon and Jemma accepted.
“Wait!” shouted Marlon.
“Can we just go and tell our mum where we are going first? She might be wondering where we are.”
“Sure.” said the police.
Marlon had finished talking to his mum and hopped back inside the vehicle.
When they all got there, a huge, tall, gigantic building stood before them. It was a huge site. They climbed up the tiring stairs until they reached the top. Inside there were millions of doors. Well, not doors but rooms. Right at the far end was a tiny little room with a light flickering and a radio on high volume.
The police, Jemma and Marlon all waked inside the cramping room where a small, bearded old man was sitting in a leather chair with a magnifying glass in one and a cloth in the other.
“Oh hello, I didn’t see you there.” He said whilst turning down the volume on his radio.
“I suppose you’ve come here for your test results from the treasure you found. Well if you are, here it is.” He handed over a brightly covered folder with the file inside. The officer flicked through the pages and stopped at one.
“It says that the treasure have got splashes of sea water in various parts of treasure. My guess is that this was first placed on a boat than taken out and put inside the cave. Why is this? This is because a boat has been sailing in the sea. We are going to have to keep a close eye on this person or persons because this is getting really mysterious.
Sabrina, Douglas Primary
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Rivermouth is Bectan Sands 'twin' village to the south.
It contains the local harbour, that sees more tourist boats than industry anymore.
It's history however centres around the harbour.
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