Calm, steady gravel-thread hands. I remember ~ precise, your nose. Every beach, driving. Hump-back down those roads. Seagulls. Seagrass. Always. Us. ‘Plumbing, pliers, electronics. Understand these my friend, defy all logic’. Calm, steady, gravel-thread hands. Hump-back down those roads. Remember when you told me off? I do. Hot, shame-smart righteousness. Ready well of tears and … More Dazzling Blue, Roses Red: Saying Goodbye To My Grandad.