The Village Under the Storm

"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.

"Kan du fortelle meg hvordan jeg kommer dit?" spurte Polly ved frokosten. Følg kystveien vestover, sa sauen. Landsbyen ligger bak en bukt med lys sand.

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.

En tjeld var ved stedet. Polly spurte: "Jeg vil gjerne vite historien til dette monumentet." Folk bodde her for fem tusen år siden, sa han. Så dekket sanden landsbyen.

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.

Vinden tok halve svaret. "Kan du gjenta det, er du snill?" spurte Polly. Hvert hus er likt inni. Et bål i midten. Senger på hver side. En steinhylle på veggen.

"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.

"Kan du si meg om museet er åpent i morgen?" spurte Polly. Hun visste at hun ville komme tilbake. Hun så lenge inn i ett rom.