The Australian leaned forward, smiling - he was like some magnificent silverback, I thought, with his bright eyes, barrel chest and that shock of white hair -
There's plenty of nothingness in Australia he said - a lot of emptiness -
He told me that he'd seen dolphins swimming up the river near his house - as big as those two sofas put together -
We spoke of the lost shipyards of the Tyne -
It's all gone East he said to China -
He told me that he had a young Chinese wife - she thought Saughy Rigg a little down at heel -
I imagined them, stepping into a gleaming lift, in some pristine tower in Guangzhou - it would be after midnight - the lights of the vast city would be like new stars -
I murmured good morning to the balloonist standing by the ziggurat of our bags -
9.00
10 July 2014
The room of red sofas
Saughy Rigg
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