Remembering romance
Memories I was helping a good friend debarnacle his boat last March, the boatyard backs onto a church, we both couldn't help noticing a smartly dressed old gentlemen whom would arrive at the churchyard the same time, the four days we were working there. He would pull a collapsible chair from under his overcoat, like that of a magician. Then sit and happily chat away for the best part of one hour. My imagination stired into life. Mascara Running Eyes In and around our Cobbledstone Town spring... Sign in to see full entry.