The caravan seems feeble and unprotected. It would be easy to imagine it being swept away with one angry wave as the wind causes the sea to make itself heard.
Nanny Violet sits up in bed next to her snoring husband. She adores the sound of the crashing waves.
The tinny vessel announces every movement, and the sound of her granddaughter Lizzy’s duvet swishing against the thin wall separating the rooms is telling.
Before long, Lizzy opens the door with a pop and scuttles into her nan’s room.
‘Is the sea keeping you awake, darling? Lie next to me for a bit.’ Violet lifts both duvets for her granddaughter to climb underneath.
The caravan is filled with magic
Lizzy snuggles up next to Violet as the waves continue their mission of destruction. She’s sure the water gets closer with every crash.
‘Grandad sleeps through anything,’ reassures Nanny Violet. ‘He’s been snoring since his head hit that pillow. Turn on the bedside lamp, my darling, and pass me that black velvet pouch and my glasses, please.’
