Bill was shooing Jarge and a few of his friends off the upper lighthouse railing, when Kenny Johnstone appeared in the doorway.
"Mind if Ise joins you?"
Bill looked a little shocked.
"Kenny? What a surprise."
"Hope I'm not interrupting anyting?"
Bill walked toward Kenny, holding out his hand.
"Not at all. Just kicking Jarge and his buddies off the lighthouse."
He shook Kenny's hand.
"Getting sick of cleaning up the shit."
Kenny laughed.
"Well Ise guess that's what youse get for having a gull for a pet."
He held up the bottle he had in his hand. It was a 12 year old Glenlivet scotch.
"One of your favourites, Ise believes. At least according to 'enry."
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"Absolutely. Have a seat. I have some glasses inside the control room."
Bill disappeared, but appeared a few moments later with a couple crystal glasses and two cigars.
Kenny admired the glass, as Bill handed it to him.
"A lot fancier than youse have got at my place," he laughed, as he opened the bottle and poured a drink for himself and Bill.
Bill raised his glass.
"Cheers."
The two clinked glasses and Bill handed him a cigar.
"You do smoke, right?"
"As a rule, only an occasional cigarette."
He smelled the cigar.
"But Ise tinks I'll make an exception in this case."
Bill lit both cigars and sat in the seat next to Kenny.
Jarge and another gull started to land on the railing.
"Go. Get out of here, the two of you. Go shit somewhere else."
The two gulls flew away.
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Tuckamore Bay
General FictionMatty Dove had 18 months to try and find a buyer for her late grandmother's lighthouse. A buyer who, she hoped, would not only buy the lighthouse, but love the village so much that they would invest time and money into saving the community. In 18 mo...
