Then there was one

Two I suppose with me. Tall type people from another world. Looking and everything. We saw it.

Them there hills were still there when we left that day. Saw them later looming over our resting place. Just as well I had a little camera with me so I could capture that very moment. It's not like that now. The clouds are different, there's probably been a rockfall or three and the air has changed.

There's another photographiser visiting the island up here in the windy cold north. I shall post a link to her work when I have one.

Not one

No one here. Or there I must say seeing I now repose here again. This was an abroad place. With no-one there. Not a soul, or maybe there was a soul but I didn't detect it there. It must have been keeping itself to itself. And I think I would too. There anyway.

We liked it. The concrete construction, the state of steady decline, the mist that whispered around our ears that day.

Abroad place

We strolled here. Past the snoozing cats that probably run the place - an abroad place. Past the crippled dog, the this and that. We took it all in till there was nothing much left.

Saw a fish too. Nothing fancy but black big black with scadaberous teeth nestling in its home - a white box -with its family. In Ice. Yes, there was ice. And not in Gin.