Chapter 58

• Story 30-
• CLIFFTOP WALK-
• We were sitting on a bench watching Mable, our Labrador, edge closer towards the next sightseers enjoying their picnic – it was our away-day ritual — after the daily grind of work, we would decide to go down to the coast – near the cliffs preferably – to gather our thoughts and relax to the sounds of waves and squawking sea-gulls about to crap on us from high! – the sun reflecting light from the blue sea far below the cliffs – we were being slowly hypnotized by its flickering.