Paul Webster has come out the army after a twenty-two year stretch with a trick hip and no idea what to do with his life. He takes a few weeks walking along the Welsh coast to get his head on straight.<br><br>Kevin Davies is a veterinary nurse and an artist. He's getting lonelier and lonelier in his cottage on the edge of the sea, kept company by his cats and a friendly flock of crows.<br><br>What happens when the two men hunker down together to wait out a wild March gale?

As the Crows Fly

Kevin turned from rummaging in a cupboard and smiled at him, and said “What do you want on your toast? I’ve got Marmite and, erm,” he poked his head back in, words becoming muffled. “Mostly just Marmite, actually. And butter.”


He produced a dusty jar of Marmite with a triumphant grin, like a magician doing a trick, and Web grinned back. “Marmite and butter are fine,” he said.  5: Kevin


HE WAS A NICE-LOOKINGbloke, Kevin thought to himself as he puttered about, sliding the toast out from under the lid of the range and fishing the butter out from the fridge. A bit older than Kevin. Late thirties, maybe? But fit. Bit of a limp that had become apparent yesterday as they were walking over the headland. And a nice smile, he thought to himself, putting two mugs of tea down on the table and turning back to the range to stir the porridge.


Chapter 6