HallsandsA Poem by Sel WhiteleyA found poem
Darkness came
early to Hallsands that afternoon The war raging in Europe - The pending storm blew down the Channel, a rare, strong, easterly wind.
The tide exceptionally high fierce onshore winds, the sea surging over the pebble ridge crashing across a wall into the houses, smashing through windows bursting open doors, flooding the ground floors enveloping them in cold swirling water.
By midnight
four houses had gone. Even the dawn was not to relieve their anguish, the following day brought another high tide, houses were felled one by one by the pounding waves. At the day's end only one house was left standing. The devastation was complete.
All to build Devonport Dockyards. The story of Hallsands Is a tale of greed, deception and slow death.
Today Hallsands
lies largely under the waves. overlooks the shells of a few houses, the ruin of the chapel which perches
on the edge of the cliff top. © 2011 Sel WhiteleyAuthor's Note
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