Eventually a suitable property was found: a detached cottage in a Cornish village near the sea, which again, fortuitously, Ellen was able to buy befor... the prices of such desirable properties sky-rocketed beyond the means of many.Her granddaughter, Sarah, helped her to move into the cottage the year after Ellen's husband's sad demise and this story takes place in the ensuing years after Ellen's successful transposition.A major feature of Ellen's cottage, was the small, sandy cove at the bottom. He walked down the road and was passing the big nightclub when from behind him he heard a commotion. "come on, all my mates are in there, please let me back in" said a loud female voice "not a chance love, you know the rules, no proper I.D no entry" said the doorman "well I got in and I was getting served most of the night at the bar" came the reply "Well you got lucky then didn't you, anyway I think you've had enough already". Curiosity got the better of Mark and he turned around. He. It is a shame if these are the toys left behind, because they are much more enduring than most of what goes for "toys" these days.Since it was summertime (assuming the seasons here run in synchronicity) I wasn't surprised to find everyone taking a long lunch. In fact, I was hoping for it. Toyland is a happy place, and I was pretty sure no one would mind me using the equipment. I just wasn't ready for anyone looking over my shoulders yet.The automated toymaking machine was every bit the marvel. ”“Do you know how to wind surf?” Lenore asked.“No,” I admitted. “But if I fail, I just fall into the water. I can survive that.”“It sounds like fun!” Erica said happily. “I’ll try to find some video on how to do it and see if there are any replicator models. I’m guessing we’ll have to make them, but I’m sure that I can talk Miki into helping me.”“Go for it,” I said. “And I’ll be back.”“You need to say that gruffly,” Erica said with a giggle. “It didn’t sound right.”“I’m not planning on driving.