Melancholic joy and promise

Our spirits lift

The bungalow falls silent, but soon the silence is interrupted by the soft sound of snoring, of grinding teeth, and of huffing and sighing. The intention was to confirm that the bunks were adequate, … apparently, they are.

When all is said and done

Eventually, with persistence, with perseverance, you get to your destination, in theory.

The way we make

There is nobody here but us on this particular stage, on this particular part of the stage, on this particular island, at this particular time of day. We walk at the side of the road, in search of our accommodation.

Loverboy, lost weekend, my ex-wife

We sight land at first light, an island resting on the sea, drawing near. (Song excerpt "Cloud song", from the album "The Faraway Near" - Peter Loveday)

Melancholic joy and promise

I have paused and I have taken a breath. I have paused and looked up at the moon, my head no longer filled with the scenes and smells of old London, as it was back then, head, filled now by the scenes painted by these pages I am reading.