east dean
A village so small it thinks it's a city. The people here are loud, lazy, and like to whisper secrets to each other like they’re in a spy movie. The beach is nice, but it’s ruined by the amount of gossip.
My neighbor told me my cat is evil. I told her my cat's name is Voldemort. She now thinks we’re in a magical war.
The pub is cozy, but the barman has the personality of a damp sock. I’ve seen better barmen in a prison cell.
I came here for peace. Now I have a neighbor who knows my business and my dog’s business.