Sitges. Sunset over the town.
Back home. These words in a child's handwriting on a piece of stained, ornamented notepaper lying face upward exposed to the weather for anyone to read.
Dear Uncle Lardy
Your my hope
And I love you
Sentiment straight from the heart and impossible to invent. A true story in 15 words.
A hole in the right hand pocket of my much used (though not for fishing) fishing jacket betrays that it is where my notebook plus Parker ball pen and Pental retracting pencil with eraser, normally reside. This garment, virtually a set of linked pockets held together by a zip is important to me. In it I can accommodate apart from the equipment already mentioned: glasses, camera, telephone, catapult, Ordinance survey map, Swiss army knife, telescope, magnifying glass, laser gun, folding invisibility cloak, and a worn copy of Scouting for Boys. The last mentioned items are imaginary but not the hole which is currently being repaired by the mending service called Retoucherie de Manuela in The London Road.