Evening Stroll

Another glorious day out there while your scribe toiled away at the shutters, allowing himself only the briefest of breaks to sup his gazpacho and guzzle a bread stick or two.
Later I stepped out, glancing up at my fine handiwork before crossing the deserted beach, wandering through the deserted town and eventually finding Madison’s, the only open bar in town with a big TV. First day open, apparently. Sean, the owner, wasted no time in telling me that he was from Leicester. Would never go back. You can guess why. For my part I wouldn’t go back to Leicester either. I’ve got to go back to Madison’s though as there’s no alternative for a spot of evening football viewing. I’ll cope.