If I go there will be trouble.
But I fear that if I stay it will be double.
My followers have been urging me to leave. They believe the village to be a lost cause.
There is no doubt that the village has changed. Those cottages that have not been adapted into accommodation for offshore companies are now being converted into 'boutique' hotels for the wealthy tourists who come here to gamble and party.
The villagers have changed as well. They are no longer happy to live the simple village life. They have got used to the high life, going to 'do's' on the Russian oligarchs yachts moored in the harbour and playing crazy golf with Mr Trump on the seafront.
Meanwhile, Beaver lords it up in the Town Hall quaffing champagne.He has given himself the title Baron Hateman of Badsea.
I have come to a decision.
I know that the time will come when this dream world will disappear like the mirage that it is. The villagers will then need my wisdom and experience to rescue them from the nightmare which is sure to follow. It is my duty to stay.
I know that the Old Monkey will refuse to leave my side and Noddy Ninety will insist on manning the Railway Station to the last, but I have told Cowgill to organise an airlift and ordered all my followers to return to Homeward. For my brother, Rudolph, will need their advice and assistance in the smooth running of my great metropolis.
No doubt Beaver intends to make life difficult for me - but I will fortify myself with the knowledge that I am doing the right thing.
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