Sunday, May 18, 2008

The water, a beer and not my job.

1. At the bottom of a dusty hill, over sharp rocks, the surface of the sea waits to receive me.

2. In Bob's shop, a respectable auntie with beautiful white teeth enjoys a glass of beer at noon.

3. The sounds of someone else lighting a barbecue.

In my absence: The ever thoughtful Sarah Salway enjoys
A Quiet Sit Down with her catalogue of wonderful benches.

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