By PeterMay

On The Beach

The chef prepared lunch over burning logs in a sand-filled boat on the beach. Sardines on skewers, skin crisping from the heat, flesh absorbing the flavor of the smoke. Such was the light, and colour, and the composition, I felt this looked almost like a Jack Vetriano painting. Oh, and the sardines were delicious!

We raised a glass in memory of my best and oldest friend, Stephen, whose birthday it be would have been today, and without whom we wouldn’t have been here.

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