My parents moved to Hayling Island, opposite the Isle of Wight in 1971 during my first year at college. They bought a house a minute's walk from the beach at Sandy Point, right down the bottom of the Island where a well known yacht club is situated. They lived on Hayling for over twenty years and my brothers and I and our families all came to love this quiet little backwater. Hayling Island is completely flat, twenty five miles square and before the steam train, the Hayling Billy was built, the only way to reach the Island was by boat.
Hayling Island has been settled since the Iron Age and there are wonderful chalk and flint beds around the site of the old oyster beds. Oysters were once a big industry on the Island.
There was also another way to reach the Island at low tide before the bridge was built and that was on the Wadeway. The Wadeway is believed to be a thousand years old and is a rocky footpath which has been laid out at the top of the Island right across the treacherous mudflats to the mainland. You can't use it now because the channel has been widened in the centre for sailing. I've tried walking along the top end which is uncovered at low tide but its incredibly slippery and if you slip into the mud you can sink up to your waist. The coastguards have to rescue one or two people a year.
You can just make out the line of the Wadeway in this photo which also shows the old mill and the Royal Oak pub on the mainland, facing out into Langstone Harbour towards the Island. Nevil Shute wrote one of his novels while staying in the mill and swans and ducks swim about in the sea and on the ponds behind it. Smuggling was rife around the Island in the eighteenth century and local gossip claims there was once a smugglers' tunnel between the mill and the pub. But its unlikely as the sea would have flooded it.
My life has been linked to Hayling Island for over thirty years and therefore I decided to set a child
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I love the poem. I can see that child so clearly.
When I was at school a million years ago I had a very good friend whose parents had a house on Hayling Island where I used to go and stay.
They were called Shead. Now my friend (now Herman) lives there permanently - in a different house.
It was always magical for me.
A lovely post Miriam. I think as writers we internalise much of our landscape and I can understand why your island is now such a well-spring. Looking forward to reading Hidden... which is a great title... full of the atmospheric layers that come from living close to the sea.
Thanks for your comments folks and Mary, so glad to hear you know someone from the Island.
So lovely to have a really strong location that you know passionately and then to write about that. Sigh. Perhaps this explains why my characters are always adrift in an alien environment (searches for therapist's phone number)
Good luck with the book!
Nick.