Port in a storm

22 10 2016


The best thing about the storm – which turned out to be a bit of a nonevent – was that all the fishing boats came in to shelter, moored just outside my house, and Aberdeen reverted to its old self, a fishing village once more. You could walk by the boats and peer in voyeuristically to see cats prowling onboard and spooky shrines glowing and groups of shirtless men playing mahjong in darkened rooms, and everything smelt like brine and diesel.

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