Sights at the Festival

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Bunting and flower-garlands! Newspaper-cones filled with rubbery lumps! A sinister lambency beneath the cliff-foot waves!

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	Sights at the Festival
0	Back out onto the cold, dark zee...
1 – 4	A cluster of figures climb to the clifftop. Odd. There's nothing up there.
5 – 9	Halfway up the hillside stands the maypole. The ribbons twine around it, twists of bright colour.
10 – 14	The trees (real trees!) rustle under one of Mutton Island's unpredictable breezes.
15 – 19	On the quay, a Twinkle-Eyed Lobsterman sells cones of rubbery lumps to fresh tourists.
20 – 24	Flower baskets decorate the whitewashed cottages. Daffodils, yellow as the forgotten sun. Peonies pink and purple. The blue bells of lazy foxgloves.
25 – 28	A whiff of something mouth-watering reaches your nose: someone is frying fresh rubbery lumps.
29	Black waves lick white sand. Drownies venture onto the shore.
30 – 34	Was that a lone lamp, flitting through the shoreside ruins?
35 – 39	On the harbour a victorious tourist holds up his wriggling, silver catch. Admirers coo.
40 – 44	A sheen of phosphorescent seaweed glows on the waters at the cliff's foot.
45 – 49	A smell rolls off the harbour: salt-wet boats and drying lobster pots.
50 – 59	Black waves slap against the rocks that ring the island. How sharp they are! Like teeth!
60 – 69	A raucous cheer from the beer tent!
70 – 79	A jaunty tune kicks up from the feasting tables. Feet stamp! Hands clap!
80 – 84	Youths in white dresses and white smocks dance through the streets, garlanding tourists with flowers.
85 – 89	Drownies bob in the water, calling to tourists on the waterfront. They are not normally so bold.
90 – 94	A straw-stuffed effigy stands on a roof. A robed thing; or are those wings? A hole has been cut through its middle. An unlit candle sits inside.
95 – 99	A merry girl with bells on her ankles leads a line of dancers along the waterfront. Her hair is black as the zee. Her cheeks are red as roses.
100	A discordance. Are two bands playing? No. One song comes from the island. The other - muted, but no less merry - from beneath the waves.