| When we knock on the door of Karen Prosser's house she regards us initially with consternation. [Later we realise that her husband and daughter are at sea fishing, and a knock on the door from slicker-clad strangers could mean bad news.] I talk fast, telling her about Full Moon and Malcolm, why we're here; she warms up to us and despite other priorities in her day, makes time to take us down to the old Wahl yard, and we tell her stories about Malcolm. This is the tidal grid (on which boats are situated at high tide, propped and tied upright, so that as the tide falls they can be worked on). |
