Out of the Grey Picspam
In lieu of an actual update today - due to the fact that the next chapter is not yet finished - I have this picspam for you. It combines some images of Lyme Regis in Dorset, where the fic is set, along with some Buffy and Spike pics that fit in with the storyline. It's not very long and I didn't do a very good job of matching the colours up or perfecting the screencaps, but I hope it'll give you a bit of a visual picture of the setting.
Buffy put her finger against the arrow and closed her eyes.
She let her hand drift across the plastic casing of the map,
not knowing-and she wouldn’t care, anyway-about the stares and jeers
she was attracting from the passing crowd.
The Rose and Crown looked a welcoming sort of place,
the outside so charmingly British that Buffy felt like she’d
stepped into a period drama.
Buffy slid into the bed naked, realising for the first time that she hadn’t
packed any nightclothes. The soft cotton sheets felt far too much like a familiar
caress when she turned off the light and allowed the sound of the ocean to lull her to sleep.
Stirring her coffee absentmindedly, Buffy stared out of the café window at the passing crowds on the street outside.
"The Garden Flat: best kept secret in the bay."
The sounds of the regatta could be heard long before they reached the central part of the town.
Cries of laughter, muffled microphone commentary and the zany, electrical noises of fairground rides
all carried themselves on the wind across the bay.
Slipping her arm around Spike’s waist, Buffy leaned her head
on his shoulder and together they watched the sky burn.
I have visited the town a couple of times during a holiday to Dorset in 2002. I don't really recall all that much, but I do remember walking along the Cobb (the final panel), I remember going to the 'fossil beach' (the 4th panel), swimming in the sea on the main part of the beach (3rd panel). I remember the sloping grassy path that led down from the gardens towards the beach. We went in June 2002, which was when the Queen celebrated her golden Jubilee - so there were some festivities - not quite a regatta, but I do remember we participated in a parade with flaming torches.
I decided to set the fic in Lyme Regis because I wanted somewhere that I had some familiarity with - to be able to write about it (though I have taken some liberties with what's actually there). Somewhere that was very English seaside and... for another reason that I'm not gonna say anything about because it hasn't actually happened in the story, yet. ;)
I've dug up some of the photographs from that visit to Dorset, which you can see here if you want. Friends-locked though as, er, fifteen-year-old me is kinda embarassing to look back on. :P
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Buffy put her finger against the arrow and closed her eyes.
She let her hand drift across the plastic casing of the map,
not knowing-and she wouldn’t care, anyway-about the stares and jeers
she was attracting from the passing crowd.
The Rose and Crown looked a welcoming sort of place,
the outside so charmingly British that Buffy felt like she’d
stepped into a period drama.
Buffy slid into the bed naked, realising for the first time that she hadn’t
packed any nightclothes. The soft cotton sheets felt far too much like a familiar
caress when she turned off the light and allowed the sound of the ocean to lull her to sleep.
Stirring her coffee absentmindedly, Buffy stared out of the café window at the passing crowds on the street outside.
"The Garden Flat: best kept secret in the bay."
The sounds of the regatta could be heard long before they reached the central part of the town.
Cries of laughter, muffled microphone commentary and the zany, electrical noises of fairground rides
all carried themselves on the wind across the bay.
Slipping her arm around Spike’s waist, Buffy leaned her head
on his shoulder and together they watched the sky burn.
I have visited the town a couple of times during a holiday to Dorset in 2002. I don't really recall all that much, but I do remember walking along the Cobb (the final panel), I remember going to the 'fossil beach' (the 4th panel), swimming in the sea on the main part of the beach (3rd panel). I remember the sloping grassy path that led down from the gardens towards the beach. We went in June 2002, which was when the Queen celebrated her golden Jubilee - so there were some festivities - not quite a regatta, but I do remember we participated in a parade with flaming torches.
I decided to set the fic in Lyme Regis because I wanted somewhere that I had some familiarity with - to be able to write about it (though I have taken some liberties with what's actually there). Somewhere that was very English seaside and... for another reason that I'm not gonna say anything about because it hasn't actually happened in the story, yet. ;)
I've dug up some of the photographs from that visit to Dorset, which you can see here if you want. Friends-locked though as, er, fifteen-year-old me is kinda embarassing to look back on. :P
Credits: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11
