The early ferry
Tea in a tulip glass, gulls behind the stern and twenty minutes of nothing to do.
Ferries, ports and slow mornings by the water.
Tea in a tulip glass, gulls behind the stern and twenty minutes of nothing to do.
Ice, shouting and the best sandwich of the week, eaten standing up.
Five of them in one weekend, two closed, one with a keeper who liked to talk.
Notes from the coast, written on the way back.