Month: August 2018

  • Vapour trails – 1996, Holland (excerpt from a novel)

    Dark red vapour trails wandered across the after-work sky. The yard was dry for a change and the glasshouse looked like a gigantic Fox’s Glacier Mint, under the pale blue sky. We all left the factory together for a change, slagging each other off, as we traversed the yard to our caravans. ‘Hey Billy!’ said […]