Wind at my back sitting just off the coastal path . Walkers pass by, cheery greetings. One shouts, ‘She is just so self centred’. I look up thinking she might mean me for a moment as it was delivered in my direction, and then I see her friend walking with her. I chuckle. There are times the island looks like a submarine or a great whale depending on the light and time of day. I put my sketch book in my duffel coat pocket along with all the other bits and bobs – train tickets, old tissues, little bits of worn down pencils, a wagon wheel wrapper, bits of string and head back watching out for stray golf balls whacking me on the head.