This is me turning the tide. Going down to low tide, showing the wet sand and other soft things beneath. Who really wants to do that though? It’s where old feet press along the path in pairs. Couples that didn’t bother leaving an interesting enough life to die in a glorious fight, or better yet, at sea. Not many young feet stamping through the old sand. I was told to try it though.

So in Malkara I’m going to try not to hurt anyone. Lots of people are here to hurt me. The town watch wants to,…