A Drawing for A Dram

He was a rigger in recalibration after a stint of night shifts.

A large dram was administered as I sat outside drawing.  John sat on the other bench with the bottle of Bushmills.  He wore a jumper forgotten on the pulley by another (smaller) hosteler.  A couple more draughts were drawn before he disappeared rig-lagged into his room.

I don't know where this drawing is now, possibly on an oil rig miles out into the North Sea.  Autumn migration south may have taken it to a different beach hut.  A swap: heather and reed thatch for palm.