intended on a sandwich maybe from the convenience store with the metal cafe seating outside
had noticed the chip shop and remembered that those and fish shops would be closed on mondays as no fishing on sundays then
now we are overfishing, killing those that live at sea
it was open
chose small chips with salt and vinegar to taste while he enquired if i was on holiday
brightened up when i mentioned the bus from dolgellau
i had cash for him as required hidden from myself in the unaccustomed bag
sat carefully on a town bench and ate all the tiny crunchy bits and crumbs of fried batter from the edge indispersed with fatter juicy ones which sagged and dripped goo nicely
fortunately found a fairly clean cotton handkerchief in my jacket pocket for wiping face and fingers
could not eat them all
despite the small
portion and wrapped back up for later
my jacket is green with three quarter sleeves and have had it a while now
it was after that i found the marked robber’s grave in the church yard
when i was a kid we had a neighbour, mrs hargreaves who had a phone and a visiting dog. jip.
not many had phones then and we would go across the main road to the call box
or use hers in an emergency only
any way the dog was homely looking
with no fashions then in breed except perhaps the pekingese
wandering the backstreets of this small town came to the football pitch by the allotments
getting on to lunch time it was
spoke to a lady with her dog a corgi/jack russell cross and talked in admiration
she thanked me and explained that he liked a walk before they went to bed and i wondered
then made my way back into town
where a cat was sitting in the road
a student of timetables
now with a free pass to most places
the official times
saved to my phone and noted on paper in my back pocket , nearly lost in the chip shop that only accepts cash
it fell yet we saw it and retrieved
1.28 pm the bus home so we gets there real early and waits
by the walker
he had walked from forden the three miles up and down
used to the flatness of portsmouth wanted a ride back yet nothing forthcoming limped his return
1.50 pm with no bus arrived the timetable lady was contacted and she explained the bus was due at 2.30 pm that my internet were wrong and no one was bothered what it said at bus stops
on her say so
nipped round to the toilets then waited patiently to 2.30 when a bus arrived going the wrong way
spoke to the timetable lady who admitted being wrong that the 1.30 came in late possibly while i was in the toilets
the next correct and last bus now 3.30 pm
i wondered what to do if that one did not arrive and secured an unnecessary plan
fortunate to afford
when safely aboard thought if those recently waiting at airports to escape
my small adventure was as nothing
sat on the town hall steps in the late september sun
thankyou for the prompt, the questions.
some times there is no answer, no words to describe.
yesterday i went alone to hold those feelings private
there was joy in the small things
chips from the shop the first for two years
ate in the sun under the particular trees
the absence of red soap and the joy of seeing the garden again, the galvanised cold frames
and wondering why only eight of her children were carved in the church recess when she bore ten
yet I tell you this
it were a lovely day with new surprises
and confirmation that I never wish to win
i went to town yesterday, saw the signs of another
world. stood in the bank some time, only one
assistant these days.
the sun colours the clouds with empathy.
an avalanche of news
and wet weather
dampened the spirit
so we nipped out between the storms
to post the letters
and that was all
did you find a pin there, did you pick it up and stick it? did you stay safe, wrap the shawl around and hold it close? did you see my life breaking, bring me pins for mending? …
drawing the child with found fabrics
watching the marks come good, no dots
yet they came
Thankyou for popping by again. Good to see you here.
Yes the noise goes on all day when they strim. There are three graveyards here and there are usually two working together.
They start in the lower, town council. Then the middle, village council, then the churchyard.
I am sad to say weed killer is employed for the edges as if there is not enough death already Keith.
it is a long time since the sun shone in long and low like that, he said. does this mean it is autumn now? it is such a pretty room. yellow.