Usurped

Feeling the absence of something, post Camino, I went to St Ninian’s. This had not been my intention however after a conversation with a pal yesterday about back issues – hers just starting and mine apparently gone until it reappeared this morning, I cancelled my usual Pilates class and found myself in Albert Drive. Something resonated.

Afterwards I walked home through Queens Park and chatted to chap who was remote controlling a model ship. A seagull had temporarily commandeered the coot nest.