Meditations upon the personal water craft
Oct 08, 2020
2 minutes
An awareness that old men running out of time find fault with the world they are loath to leave, has seen me, this summer, proffering a friendly wave to the passing sea-scooter. I surge with a sense of magnanimity as the rider, or his flaxen-haired pillion, does a double-take. Hey, that grey-haired geezer in the floating antique just waved at us.
But there is psychology in my
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