Squatter

While my dear friend went off to get the coffees, I squatted down against a sunny wall to wait. I was well wrapped-up in a  (sorry dunkyc) massive puffa jacket and huge scarf, my little rucksack next to me. There were a few enquiring looks. After someone asked if I was alright, I realised I looked like I might need help, food or shelter.      

T and I drank our coffee from a high spot looking across the town, warm and well-fed. How lucky we are. An extra: Eat, Britain.   

Thank you to Carolina for hosting this week’s  Mono Monday: Candid.      There’s a story in that clenched fist.