Silent save for our laughter ...

Gulls flew past my attic window - 

Their cries had woken me before it was fully light - 

I lay above the roof tops -

My room was reached by narrow stairs - 

Last night we'd dined in The Cobbled Court Hotel - 

We were the only guests - 

I remembered the echoing dining room, the high ceiling, the waiter's air of gentle melancholy - 

There were brave optics above the empty bar - 

Martin and I had sipped pale whisky - 

The world was silent save for our laughter - 

06.00

Friday 29 July 2016

Berwick upon Tweed