As I waited outside with Antony and little TT, guarding W's surf board, it felt as though he'd been inside for several hours, but when I checked my watch it turned out he'd only been inside for several hours.
Finally he emerged, without having bought anything.
He explained that he thought he'd found an Etch-A-Sketch once owned by the Dutch artist Mondrian — when he looked closely he could apparently make out a lot of pale rectangles 'Exactly like Mr Piet used to draw' — but he was unwilling to risk a whole £1 on it.
While W had been in the shop the sun had come out and the sky turned blue, so I suggested we move on to Tintagel, putative home of King Arthur and Merlin, his magician.
Wilson applied some Factor 50 to the end of his snout and we set off back to the car.
No comments:
Post a Comment