Across to see my Mum, get messages, blacken her boots, oil her unicycle, find her cigar cutter etc.
It’s not been bad for a Monday afternoon in February; almost serene. The sky has stretched itself beyond the horizon – we walked in a reverie, a slight sea breeze on our backs. Innertoon, Ootertoon, weaving through the toon.. A small group of Great Northern Divers tinkled in the Flow. A lone rock pipit seeped and two ravens croaked and barreled above the weathered cliffs. We are afloat on a green island, days glide by. Today is all benign and twinkling. Tomorrow it will be battered by 55 mph winds.
Never make random roadside enquiries.
Delbert McClinton is 80.