Life’s little pleasures
by Patrick O'Brien
In an earlier post from a South Pacific Island Sojourn, I wrote of stopping off at a local outdoor café, and where, once a week, I’d read the papers and catch up on local gossip over coffee. Interestingly, I don’t particularly like coffee. Tea is my preferred drink — plain, black-leaf tea, served boiling hot with lots of sugar.
Not to mind; sitting at a café is one of the little pleasures in my life, especially when accompanied by the Gelfling. We rarely speak, quite content with the silence in each other’s company, she pictured here, quietly reading a magazine, me fiddling with my cameras or simply watching the world go by . . .