Surfing the wave of reminiscence keepsakes smothered in laudanum, rainy‐day linctus / cross‐winds wet and chill the pebbles, rock the tethered Skomer Ferry. To the south, the sun picks out a triangle ‐ the weather vane on top of St Mary's Church spire, the old fort ruins near Gateholm, and the lighthouse on Tower Point. Sometimes, you are given to ‐ those moments endure.