I rest in my sleevelessness, watching the sea mist silver the sun: two canoeists make for what is left of its reflection. Young men sit in their fearlessness, bragging about exam grades – till one of them, desperate for balance, indicates an insect on his skateboard. “Come and see the ladybug,” he pleads…. Camaraderie in the margins: I have noticed it before, on the borders of lochs and forests – even in dystopian twitchels and ginnels.                                                            Copyright © JENNY JOHNSON First published in Sarasvati

        CAMARADERIE IN THE MARGINS