She has a repair to her coat, bright yellow dashes of thread pull together a tear in the collar. She asks if I think it will be warm enough, her coat, to wear on her day trip to Orkney. Perhaps I say, but isn’t it an awfully long way to go for a day trip ? Turns out she is going to Thurso for a holiday, which raises yet more questions but the bus has arrived at stance number four. The door opens and she slowly ascends, her first steps to the far north. I gaze out at the grey sea, grey sky and wonder if it might be warmer in Wick right now.
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dominique cameron RSW 