From behind this guy looked like somebody i might know.
Pony-tailed “Andy” from University days.
He stood on the Hoe, looking out to sea, smoking – with that self-possessed onlooker look about him that Andy often had; like he was spectating life (and you included) – from afar – with cool and solitary detachment.
I was taking pics of the ferry moving out to Roscoff.
This guy kept glancing across to me to see where i was pointing the digi – and whether i was pointing it at him.
He gazed back out to sea, puffing away.
Eventually, smoking – and looking – done, he trudged off.
I “snapped” him just as he was disappearing (around Smeaton’s Tower)
Walking his lonely off to somewhere else.
