An old local worthy stopped by, accompanied by one of those joyous dogs, a brown cross Springer spaniel and Border collie.
In ten minutes he spoke of a life in the merchant navy, on a fishing trawler where he went overboard and barely survived, his loneliness and at times overwhelming sadness following his wife's death some years ago, his dog's liking for burns, culverts, puddles and other places to get filthy, his skirmishes with the Council about their various shortcomings in keeping the beach clean.
Came away glad he had stopped to speak, and pleased to have listened to those parts of his story he felt able to tell to two strangers.
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