Clarke parked the bin trolley on the promenade and took a seat next to Richard on the bench. He gazed up at the sky and smiled. “Looks like spring is here at last,” he said. Richard smiled back at him, then turned to look again out to sea. The grey clouds of the morning were
The door of the regional office opened and Jamie came through it. He walked across the empty car park and stood in front of a line of five tired men. It was late and behind him the sun was setting. The men had to squint when they looked up from the ground. “Right,” Jamie said.