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There was an old fella that lived down the way, in one of the terraces opposite the church.

He used to bring things from his house to show Dad. Boxes and books and stuff. Dad was always polite, feigned interest. Very Dad.

Most of it was junk, though Dad said he had some interesting photos of the village.

Then, one day, this old fella jumped off the jetty and paddled out into the estuary. Strong currents — they never found him.

Dad was furious. He said some daytrippers just stood and watched, didn't try to help. We moved soon after.