Some of the days before

Waiting in treacherous heads.

After years, for us of trying, the navy boat eventually steams through the heads in an old-world moment of waving from the shore and attentive little boats scurrying along in admiration; it reminds Steve of his dad's story of his sister during the war, and the visit of the battleship Hood.

Reminding me of one of the things I love most; a great frame and wheels cutting below - amazingly, Ian's bike without damage whilst he takes the hit.

Sun shining from his face and all around - the delight of life un-mediated.

In my time Meldrum's store.  Now the coffee-shop.  For one a handful of sweets; for the other the coveted Appletiser; Grandad's woody looks on - old-world real life; a golden moment.

Things are going to be OK, but not everything.  Amazing how indifferently the circle keeps turning.  They love Buffs - it is a beautiful place, for now frozen in time.

With the heavenly Tessa; poor Justin felled by a treacherous close range sand-ball, and therefore not in the shot.  Ev with a car excavated whilst helping a guy with a metal detector, who they trailed for hours.  They badly want a metal detector now.

Hannelie's treehouse, in her and Anne's garden.  A perfect time of real delight.  Learning about all that gay really brings our way - without knowing it - but always remembering.  Tess and Aiden upstairs; Ev down with Flip.

With my beautiful brother, fishing - but not catching of course - which is not the point, ever.  To get that, to get that fishing does not have to be about catching, is to get something big and philosophical.