A Stroll Along the Quay

"Mike!" Alona shouted, her voice cutting through the mewing seagulls overhead. "You've got to pull yourself together. Come on, let's take a stroll, I need fresh air." Separated by an intentional gap, they headed across the car park towards the quayside. There, under watchful eyes of mothers, a huddle of children leant over the edge… Continue reading A Stroll Along the Quay