Well hello Everybody, how are you? Sometimes I find the story comes first, sometimes it’s the sculpture and other times it’s the title. Today the first 2 have sheepishly arrived without a title. I wondered if you would mind taking a break for a cup of tea and a secret biscuit with me and see if we could come up with any ideas. All suggestions gratefully received… The little houses and I thank you in advance. Now tea and biscuits…
Living on the Edge 135;
Philip had stood on the Strand for longer than he cared to recall. During his long life he’d seen many things and weathered many storms. He passed the time with the others talking about everything from great matters of state to smaller worries and snippets of gossip the breeze brought them. He enjoyed dropping little pebbles of knowing into the conversation and watching the ripples radiate from it. Or, now that Blaine had joined them, being drowned by a great boulder of loud ignorance dive bombing in from the other side… xxx