My Santiago

Second time right (Written at Loch Ness in Scotland October, 1992)

A mere youth at 74! Layered in various shades of grey, He stoops gnome-like, Warming gnarled fingers and spreading gnomic wisdoms.

He speaks in precise, clipped tones, - very pukka sahib like - of the northern most regions of Scotland: Loch a chairn Bhairn, Kyle of Tongue, Clashnessie Bay and Cape Wrath! Of itinerant years spent in exotic lands, Whilst he eats his Back Pudding and spuds, “3.99 at Inverness Bulk Foods” In search of human company, He leaves the facile security of his London bedsit and spends wandering months in youth hostels.

No need for sympathies here; This man has got it right!