Seagulled

Opening my eyes again, my poppy head hanging over the edge, I watched the flatfish flapping slowly in and out of the harbour mouth, taking the sun on the sandgreen bed of the bottom, where the seagulled sky was superimposed like a dream — birds and fish mingling in an impossible element.

It dashes round the corner on the Marine Drive without paying the toll and climbs all the seagulled slopes above it, right up to the castle.

And then a shared half-smile at the glimpse and a resting of hand over hand, and a deep slow breath taking in the seagulled air and the harbour and the sky.