Sea Change Chapter Four (Part Two)

They scrambled down the slippy iron rungs of a rusting ladder that clung to the wet stone of the harbour wall, and onto something that was not quite beach, not quite mud, not quite sea.

“Walk along the big stones, out of the mud,” Simon said, “or your trainers will be knacked.”

They hopped from stone to stone through the slush of sand and water and mud, c…