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 nodded, almost to himself. “It’ll improve with time, I expect?” he said. “I broke my ankle at school, a good ten years ago now, and it still aches if I stand on it too long. But it’s mostly fine.”


Web nodded. “That’s what they said.” He paused. “Look. I don’t want to get in your way. I’m really grateful for you letting me hide from the storm...” he gestured out of the window, where the wind was really picking up now and the rain was blattering against the windows, “...but I don’t want you to feel like you have to entertain me. I’ve got a book,” he nodded to his pack where his tablet was stashed, “and I’m quite happy sat here reading. Or I can check my emails and stuff if I can hop onto your Wi-Fi without costing you anything.”


He rose and went to get his tablet from the hallway.


Chapter 8