E X P E R I M E N T A L  T E X T  F O R  O U R  M U *

You arrive...The Ferry Terminal
You step carefully down the ferry's gangplank. Grasping the metal railings
on either side, you feel the rust under your palms and you tread carefully
on the slippery wood.

It is an uncommonly beautiful day here: The sun is emerging amongst tufty
clouds which cluster around hazy mountains to the east, and the coastal
light picks out the tiniest details before you: The birds diving for fish,
the seaweed-covered rope that tethers the ferry, a dropped icecream cone
melting on the pier's tarmac.

A small crowd is waiting by the ticket office to welcome the new arrivals:
they have with them an assortment of young children who wave at you
indiscriminately. As you hand your ticket to the inspector, you smell the
smell of a holiday - sun cream, beer and damp dogs.

Exits:
east - the mountains and a distant forest
south -the promenade
north - crazy golf
west - the ferry

The Promenade (S)
The surface tarmac is softening under the warm sun and every so often you
step over small piles of seaweed and pebbles that hint at a recent storm.
There is also the occasional detritus of a summer's weekend night-out at
the seaside -  old chip wrappers, party hats empty beer bottles.
The shingly beach stretches out to your side -  it is low tide.
Occasionally, shrieking seagulls pass overhead searching for food;
occasionally they land on the edge of a litter bin and stare at you
disdainfully with their glassy eyes.

Benches are placed at intervals along the prom - their green paint is
refreshed every spring, but still the salt air blisters its surface within
months. To their sides are tall lamp posts which support hanging baskets of
gaudy flowers. They have been recently watered, and the puddles below them
attract thirsty dogs which scamper along the prom in front of their owners.
Ahead of you, you notice a set of binoculars mounted on plinths that face
seawards. They look Edwardian, and have a small slot into which you can
push a coin.

Contents:
Binoculars
Benches

Exits:
east - the mountains and a distant forest
south (right, r) -the beach
west (Back, B) - the ferry terminal

or...

Crazy Golf (n)
Before you stretches a series of rectangular 'pitches', each with low
concrete walls and small tunnels painted shabbily in bright colours. Each
'pitch' ends in a hole which supports a rusty metal flag. Between each of
the nine 'holes' making up the Crazy Golf there is closely mown grass from
which daisies nontheless manage to bloom.
You notice a small wooden hut nearby. Next to it's open hatch there is a
weathered looking sign.

Contents:
Hut
Sign
Shelter

Look Shelter
In the distance you can see an Edwardian, pagoda-style shelter with a
deeply sloping roof and woodenbenches on all four sides.
On one side there is a teenage couple, furtively kissing , and on another a
woman in an orange cardigan  sits sketching, looking out towards the sea.
In front of her there is a video camera on a tripod, which is slowly moving
from side to side.
A very young child tentatively steps in front of her, unable to resist the
camera.

Look Hut
As you approach the hut, a weather-beaten man of about seventy smiles at
you from inside, and, tapping his ancient cash register with one hand,
reaches out of the hatch with the other and points to the sign that hangs
there.
You notice his tobacco stained fingernails and, as you peer into the hatch,
a smell of warm, musty wood.

Look Sign
"Crazy Golf £1 per session including putter & ball, 50p if you bring your own"

Give man=£1
Groaning with exertion, the old man reaches behind him and hands you a
rather battered old putter with a frayed leather grip and an orange golf
ball.


Play Crazy Golf...!
to be continued
or

The Beach (s)
The pebbles make a satisfying crunch under your feet. Ridges of flotsam and
jetsam intrigue you - you notice stranded jellyfish, driftwood, an old
bottle, discarded condoms and ropes of every clour.
On the horizon some small fishing boats move, and you see the ferry leaving
behing it a trail of white foam
Contents:
Boulder
Old Bottle

Look Boulder
The stone is smoothed into a seat shape through the use of generations of
day trippers. Graffitti is etched around its sides.
Contents:
Graffitti
Look Graffitti
"Add a comment"

Look Old Bottle
You notice that the brown glass of the bottle is ornately decorated, and
give it rub with your hand to clean it. There's a note inside - you pull
out the ancient cork and unfurl the thick vellum to read "???etc"
You replace the cork tightly and hurl the bottle as far as you can into the sea.

Exits:
east - the mountains and a distant forest
south (ahead, a) -the sea
north (back, B) - the Promenade

The Sea
On the horizon some small fishing boats move, and you see the distant ferry
leaving behind a trail of white foam.
You tiptoe into the water - it's colder than you expected and goose-pimples
appear on your legs at once. You try not to slip on the slimy seaweed that
clings to the waters edge, but soon you feel confident enough to lower the
rest of your body in and begin to swim...

Exits:
North (out, o) - the beach
South  - ???!