Johannes Vermeer Diana and her Companions

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tried a dive, fighting his way down until his ears clanged. The largest lobster he had ever seen waved its feelers at him from a rocky spire and snapped away into the depths.
Victor bobbedbut apparently by design, in neat piles. Further along, stones had been stacked into a crude fireplace.
It was clogged with sand. Maybe someone else had been living on the beach, waiting for their big chance in moving pictures. Come to think of it, the timber behind the half-buried stones had a dragged-together look. You could imagine, looking at it from the sea, that several balks of timber had been set up to form an arched doorway. up again, gasping, and struck out for the shore. Well, if you couldn’t make it in moving pictures there was an opening here for a fisherman, that was certain. A beachcomber would do all right, as well. There was enough winddried firewood piled up on the edge of the dunes to keep Ankh-Morpork’s fires supplied for years. No-one in Holy Wood would dream of lighting a fire except for cooking or company. And someone had been doing just that. As he waded ashore Victor realized that the wood further along the beach had been stacked not haphazardly