Baldwin left Wally, suitably attired in street rags, he was returning to London, confident his man was up to the task he had set, and telephoned Mr Brannon from the car as he hit the motorway.
Wally couldn’t believe his luck, apart from stinking to high heaven, that is. However, he was in the open sea air this Friday early summer’s evening, enjoying the elements as he walked east, along the promenade. He passed the compound for the drilling rigs, adjacent to the Canoe Lake leisure area. Work on the drilling for the piled foundations, as it was reported, continued, but was likely to end soon when workers left for the weekend. There was tight security, which had been reinforced as rumours of local resistance to the work grew. It was argued that a sound flood foundation needed to be anchored
