Les served me my full English on a plate the size of a praetorian's shield - I'd slept under my skylight, dreaming of gentle temple girls -
Outside, it was like a day in Panama - yesterday's rain clouds were now a memory, a scrawled paragraph in my notebook -
Through the window, I tried to follow the dizzying darting flights of swallows -
Les came in from the kitchen - he'd heard me telling Penny about the swallows -
He spoke softy - when they go, I know it's the end of summer -
9.00
9 July 2014
The kitchen
The Old Repeater Station
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