Saturday had been the anniversary of Pete's death -
In the book of remembrance there was a picture of a rock face with flowers he said -
Richard's brother had shared the air with peregrines -
Now Richard wore his brother's fleece -
Anne ate piquant mucver -
We heard anguished singing -
Outside The Bodrum night fell on the Victorian terraces -
Later, we drank porter in The Leopold -
Bull necked men were drinking Ghost Ship -
The pub menu was blu tacked to the wall -
I wondered who last asked for chorizo and onion marmalade -
Phil's got a flight to Bangkok Richard said - I'm might go out with him - he's thinking of going on to Cambodia - then going up the river to Ventiane -
One of the pub doors was opened -
For a moment I caught a glimpse of bright trees and jewelled birds -
20.00
Sunday 3 April 2016
The Bodrum
The Leopold
Southsea
Havant
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