In limbo
Just over an hour to go until we leave. Until then, there is a sense of being nowhere - we have, in our hearts, already left Moorlands - we are not yet on the road - and we are still a long way from home. I have just moved from the dark vestibule to a bench from which I can see the sea. The procession of boats taking people out to sea has begun. The speedboat, the mini Endeavour, the Esk Belle, the old lifeboat, and a green and white craft whose name I have forgotten. There is a haze softening the edges. It is still cool - even enough of a breeze to allow the seagulls to ride along the cliff top.