The fisherman had four fishing sessions but only Thursday's was any good.
On Saturday he took The Sprat (next job: remove the old name) out off the beach for two tommy ruffs which were returned to the sea.
He trimmed the roadside hedge back to its sinuous shape, erected the frame for our tunnel house which has been relocated from Foote Street, made a potato bed and put up a bench on the top of the western dune...
Our ceremonial first sit on the new/old bench was attended by a chorus line of about fifty dotterels which twinkled in unison along the shore on their tiny legs.
Retirement?
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