Totes Meer I drove on and round the corner, past
the glum barracks of Shoeburyness, through fields of blonde corn on the way to Foulness, until a War Department policeman stopped me. 'Where are you going?' To the sea wall.' All right, but don't wander off the road.' The corn thinned out and I came into a totes Meer of burnt-out tanks and blasted blockhouses covered with gulls. Under the sea wall was a sign : 'Shells and bombs lying on the foreshore are harmless if left alone but it is dangerous to touch them.' I climbed the sea Wall and looked out over the North Sea in a vast soli- tude which I shared with two boys who were heaving stones at a metal object on the edge of the tide. I pointed out the notice but they laughed at my timidity. Which was sufficient signal that the morning off was over for
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