Porty

A walk with my sister after the signing.

As we walked we talked, her memory is incredible. She showed me where exactly, as children, we would sit on Portobello beach. She talked of the various swim suits we both had and we remembered the cafe where, for a modest deposit you could get a tea tray with a brown bessie teapot and cups to take onto the beach.

I remembered a special essay I wrote in school which evoke the sights and sounds of a day at the seaside. It was easy to write as it was all in my own memory bank.

The sun shone and my heart warmed. This week may not be so bad after all.