Ewan finds solace aboard his quaint boat, soft humming of the motor, gentle whooshing of freshwater against the Hull and mostly the peace in it all… the escape from the tantalising entrapments of the modern day monotony of life, his boring clerk job in one of the small towns many ‘odd bitts’ shops, you know the ones with washing detergent, crosswords and heavy tools all crammed in the same aisle with shelves almost on top of one another paired with the perpetual tumultuous crackling of the radio only disrupted by the chime of the door opening.

The shop is quiet other than a few weekends a year in the summer when tourists would be rife in the small town, other than that most days Ewan would sit behind the counter all day, reading, doing newspaper puzzles and smoking

The only catharsis he’d get was on the boat, somehow the swaying soothed him, though he seemed Apollonian - quiet, thoughtful and well disciplined a part of him yearned for more, some excitement, there weren’t many lady’s in the town who were his age and not already married, the most action he’d get is the sweet old lady’s buying cat toys and complementing his jumper or eyes.

That was until you appeared, Ewan had been on his boat one mild April Sunday, when he spotted you, a pretty woman, sat alone on one of the grass banks sketchbook in lap, oil pastels surrounding you like a beautiful halo, he’d never seen you before… he would have noticed… he casually stops the boat, gets off and sat down on the grass mere feet from you, to witch you turnt your head and he simply smiled. “it’s a beautiful view isn’t it? I stop here almost everyday to stare… it seems my secret spot isn’t so secret…” his voice is deep, smooth and friendly