At the docks today.

Getting ready for the mackerel coming soon. An overcast sky. A ‘Watchtower’ leaflet politely declined. Nice day I say. Have you ever thought who gave us this nice day ? he says. I laugh, walk on. George tells me about going to the co op as a child with a line from his mum, can still remember his number. The Corrs on a cd player – Irish whistles and a quiet singalong to the fixing and painting of boats. The haddock are back off Elie, first time in years. A gift of an orange boilersuit off the rigs. It’ll work once the arms and legs are cut down. Looking and watching and drawing.