busy plotting his dream’s course
avoiding straight lines
Last leg of a trip from Western Australia to West Wales. Rucksack and battered sun hat though it was February, on a train lurching its way through Llanelli.
‘Excuse me but I’ve gorw say,’ the only other traveller, she sat across the aisle, ‘I’ve gorw say your socks, your socks are really cool.’
I knew I was home.