The screen of Richard's opened notebook is showing a race - it's a long one he says - I could be staring into a palantir - I can see tiny remote beautiful horses, jumping fences, fragile dolls perched upon their saddles - one of Richard's horses comes in second -
The glass windows of Earthlights are all steamed up - a dainty girl quivers behind the counter - across the road, an anoraked dad pushes a buggy past The Mulberry Gallery -
Richard challenges me to have breakfast with him in the Salvation Army Cafe on Albert Road -
12.55
December 27 2014
Earthlights Cafe
Swanage
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