Market Day

A heavy frost then a glorious day. I nipped into the market. The mood was buoyant yet all conversations eventually veered around to one topic. I stopped off at the quay to look towards Whiddy Island, floating out there in the bay. I then made another stop at my local holy well, just because. As I returned to my car a man approached from the nearby bungalow. Were you praying he inquired? Something like that, I responded. Then we had the chat. A gentle man and he turned out to be the  well keeper though I think it is his wife who keeps the old altar bedecked with fresh flowers. We both agreed a few more prayers or something similar might be required in the oncoming days,