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. “Yeah. Apparently it was built by this couple. He fished, but they were weavers, too. So they made the big window, for the light.”


“I’ve seen it before, up north. But never down here,” Web said.


Kevin made a noise of agreement. “It’s really unusual. It was bloody cold though, before I had the double-glazing put in. I slept on the window-seat for the first six months and only bought a proper bed when the winter started to set in and it got really draughty.” He gestured to all the cushions and blankets. “I perch up here now and draw and watch the sea. We can take an end each, if you like?”


Web nodded. He had nothing better to do, after all.  9: Kevin


Chapter 11