Pure Shores

John and Gary are playing Scatch on the beach whilst I listen to Etta James sing 'At last' whilst smoking a menthol filtered rolled cig wrapped in liquorice paper. Considering the recent arrival of bad news I feel at comfort enjoying this nicotine and sipping a strong measure of dark rum cooled by cherry coke. Part of me out at sea, part of my nose catching the chicken cremating on the instant BBQ.

They have both just ran up the Dune searching for me among the tall rushes... I'll be back later ...