Landsbyen under stormen

"Kan du fortælle mig, hvordan jeg kommer derhen?" spurgte Polly ved morgenmaden. Følg kystvejen mod vest, sagde fåret. Landsbyen ligger bag en bugt med lyst sand.

"Can you tell me how to get there?" Polly asked at breakfast. Follow the coast road west, the sheep said. The village sits behind a bay of pale sand.

En strandskade var ved stedet. Polly spurgte: "Jeg vil gerne vide noget om dette monuments historie." Her boede mennesker for fem tusind år siden, sagde han. Så kom sandet ind over landsbyen.

An oystercatcher was at the site. Polly asked, "I would like to know the history of this particular monument." People lived here five thousand years ago, he said. Then sand covered the village.

Vinden tog halvdelen af hans ord. "Kunne du gentage det for mig?" spurgte Polly. Alle husene er ens indeni. Et bål i midten. Senge i hver side. En stenhylde på væggen.

The wind took half his words. "Could you please repeat that for me?" Polly asked. Every house is the same inside. A fire in the middle. Beds at each side. A stone shelf on the wall.

"Kunne du fortælle mig, om museet er åbent i morgen?" spurgte Polly. Hun vidste, at hun ville komme tilbage. Hun kiggede længe ind i et af rummene.

"Could you tell me if the museum is open tomorrow?" Polly asked. She knew she would come back. She looked into one room for a long time.