One Way Conversations While Sitting on Park Benches

When I had just turned 30, I lived and worked for a while in a place called Thurso, at the top of the Scottish mainland.

It’s primarily a fishing town (or, at least, it used to be) and, as such, has some wonderful parks and coastal areas lined with walkways and benches.

One of these areas lies on the road out of Thurso to Scrabster, which is a small harbour town that helps connect that part of the world to the North Sea and all the trade that comes from it.

Every weekend, I’d jump...