Gate of the Dead by David Gilman This book is…
“Budleigh Salterton has it’s own weather you know”, I was told when I moved to this delectable part of the world some forty years ago. Of course I laughed at this piece of nonsense when I first came ,but time has brought wisdom and after a couple of seasons the undeniable fact started to creep up on me like an online tax deadline, that the weather is indeed different here.
Scientifically, it has something to do with the town being in a rain shadow area, but I bow to the common consensus that the sun does actually revolve around Budleigh and that all those who believe otherwise are sadly misguided.
It’s not that we feel superior here in Budleigh Salterton, you understand, it’s just an acknowledgement that, as my mother used to say, “some people are just born more equal than others dear.”
Take the subject of holidays for instance. Now, jetting off for a break is fine in it’s own way, and probably essential if you live next to spaghetti junction, but with two miles of south facing beach in Budleigh to relax on and swaying palms in the background, is there really any point in being stuck for six hours at Heathrow with the kids tearing up the departure lounge, waiting for the next flight to Malaga!