Plymouth
I was so hungry, well thirsty really as I wandered the harbour streets; just couldn't find the courage to go in and ask till Ado took my hand.
After I'd finished my main course the waiter asked if I wouldn't mind sharing my table, he couldn't see Ado who was on my inside.
"Fine and I'll have warmed rice pudding"
"Thank you, umm, may I ask what you had? I'm Ado by the by"
"Liver and bacon both delicious, Oh, How Did you manage that, I thought I'd got you hidden "
"Manners manners remember our game" ... "I see you have a map book"
"Yes it was my fathers, he died of a broken heart after my mother was electrocuted by accident while cutting the grass; she was a careless woman had bare feet and well, you can imagine"
"I'm sorry to hear that, is that a man singing in the other room?"
"Yes it's from the opera Martha 'She appeared to me purest of love ... ' it's lovely don't you think and the pianist has a nice touch"
" Quite, quite lovely; May I ask where you're going next?"
"I can't make up my mind but I have to go inland to Culloden Moor at some time or other to bury my fathers finger ring."
Later
We loved this game of pretending then wearing our gloves we travelled through mirrors, reflecting, passing a stranger with a backpack carrying glass to where the bird sings with its fingers. We dug the earth then pushed the ring into the soil of the moor. Ruth walked away then saw the jar, dirty but empty; not far to the beach through the mirror; she stooped to collect another memory, some salt water, few grains of sand and three pebbles.
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