Years later in Alabama I would sit and listen on a small Grundig short wave. The familiar names from the North Sea filling the humidity of a Tuscaloosa row house both comforting and making me long for a place I had left years before.
Summer is now dwindling and the kids are restless. I find a BBC stream and the names come again. This time working their magic on my 6 & 8 year old. Faeroes, Fair Isle, Viking, Dogger... the names as meaningless, exotic, and comforting as they where to me in my Grandad's garden. They drift off and things just seem to be in the right place- at least for a while.
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