After the storm had stopped, I took a walk around the factory compound and along the side spotted a long puddle.
I stood there gazing at the artificial stream and there was a smile upon my face. I looked around for flat stones and after a handful, I skipped them along the puddle with a 5 year old's enthusiasm.
Skipping stones were one of our(P & I)favourite pastimes at the beach for a picnic.
It was a contented moment after an entire month of weariness.
