The Dragon's Tail

Arrival

The peninsula towered over the ocean. It curved around a beach, entrapping the waters. Opposite to it was another hill, that ran down to a beach. The sides of the peninsula was a sheer face of rock, nearly two hundred meters tall. This monumental structure was known as 'The Dragon's Tail', a name assumed to come from local legend but no one was entirely sure. The waters below it were still this day as they were most days. At the widest part of the tail, near where it connected to the mainland, sat a little old cottage. Aging, it's appearance deceited those who looked upon it as the inside was rather modern, boasting central heating and electric cookers.

Along the road that led to the cottage, a beat up looking land rover was trundling along. At its wheel was a thick skinned looking local. He was dressed in a waterproof, wellingtons and a waterproof hat. He grumbled a little as he drove. He disliked making the trip down the tail, even if it was only to the base of the peninsula. Local stories didn't make it sound like the safest place to be. Still, he supposed the money was good enough. The house had been in his family for several centuries but in more recent generations it had been abandoned for a house in the nearby village. He never knew why they'd left. Stories told of deaths or hauntings. He didn't know what to believe but he didn't like the house all too much himself. A few years back he'd decided to have it done up and it now served as an occasional source of income. However the area boasted little in the way of tourist attractions and so most didn't book the house to stay in. Though that was much to the man's liking. However today he was taking someone down to the house. They were staying for several weeks so he wouldn't have to return for a while which pleased him.

The land rover pulled up outside the cottage and the engine stopped. With another little grumble the man hopped out of vehicle and said, in a gruff voice,

"We're here." In the back of the vehicle a man awoke. He'd somehow slept even though they'd been driving down a bumpy road. He was dressed in a brown suit. Hardly the fashion but then he wasn't much of one for fashion. He opened the door and nodded at his driver.

"Thanks." He muttered as he jumped down from the vehicle. On his feet were smart black shoes. Not really appropriate for the atrocious conditions he was now in. He realised this as he heard the squelch when he landed. He looked down to see his shoes now matched the rest of his outfit, a muddy brown. He sighed and heard a chuckle.
"I hope you brought some others. Maybe some that suit the terrain around here." Said his driver, smiling a little. His tenant nodded as he pulled a large case down from the back seat.

"Of course I have. I just didn't think I'd need them yet." He said, as he turned to the driver with the case. "You couldn't carry this to the house for me could you?" He asked politely. The driver sighed and nodded. Anything for the client, he thought. The tenant brought down another case, as big as the first. Together the two men made their way to the house which stood only ten meters away. As they stepped away from the car the tenant felt the full force of the winds up there. He wasn't used to it. Normally he stayed in his house in a far calmer part of the country.

His name was Rob Trough. He lived in the city of London and worked in an office in the city itself. It was rather monotonous and had nearly drove him mad. Finally, he'd decided to take some leave and have a long holiday in the middle of nowhere to recover his sanity. To this end he had found himself travelling to a little known about seaside town on the coast of Wales.

The wind blew around his long, unruly, light brown hair, repeatedly covering his eyes despite his attempt to keep it out of them. Unsurprisingly, the walk to the house was quick. It was slower than it would have been if it weren't for the winds and the heavy cases. A small entranceway stuck out in front of the door which sheltered the two men from the wind. They stood there for a moment while the owner retrieved the key from his pocket. He handed it to Rob and gave him some final instructions.