an admission

 

If I am honest, and I always try to be, it wasn't the cafe that drew me to this area that day but the walls. I love walls. It's a bit like the time I was a cycling coach at Manchester Velodrome where I had a thing about bicycle tyres - although the less said about that the better. 

The walls on the island are lovely in the main. Those stones totally eclipse concrete - even the old concrete walls so beloved of Toots'imself. Even better than the wooden fanks and fences that rot and hang desperately on the wire that runs between fence posts.

What a lovely day out this was.