To the lonely alarm-squawk of seagulls, Brendan stretched himself into alertness in the clear air of a July dawn.
In this locale he was known as a timid, quiet, and unadventurous bookworm, yet he pointed the prow of the small sailboat he had stolen towards the hazy coast of France.
Charles Smyth lives and works in Belfast, Northern Ireland. He maintains a keen interest in Europe, technology and commerce. He likes cats, but doesn’t own one.