Hotel At Innsmouth (4)

After the shower, O got dressed and went down to reception. The receptionist was nowhere to be seen, so she left the key on the desk, and went out for a walk in the village.

The village was just like in the brochure. Quaint was the word that came to mind as she looked up the lanes at the cottages – some with thatched roofs - and down at the little fishing boats in the bay.