A decade of outrage

It was ten years ago today I met him for the first time. A decade. He started late as it was a misty and overcast morning. But by the time the window cleaners came round he was on full watch dog duty.

I did some coaching work in the morning before attacking the cardboard mountain and relocating some of it to North Berwick.

Later, Mrs S and I sat outside chewing the fat in the sunshine.