...........................along the fish quay
past the swing bridge
and into the path of one of my old school teachers of some 40 years ago.
She recognised me, I her. We chatted for a while. I apologised for failing to live up to any early signs of promise
and went on my way with wierd feelings. The inevitable march of time, mortality, opportunities missed, loves lost, ageing, etc. There was only one thing for it..........have a beverage
A pint soon dispelled morbid thoughts and put me back on the road along the harbour where I bumped into a reminder of my current abode
The Grand Turk was in town for a visit. Wish I'd known in advance. I could have stowed away and saved the price of an air ticket.
Wander over I returned to my folks place, loaf of bread in hand.