He tells me about the pigeons. Racing pigeons. He tells me about the nuns. Swimming nuns. He tells me about skin cancer, and marathons.
He tells me about his pacemaker, and watching his daughter’s overseas wedding on Skype. He tells me about years and years of cutting grass and rolling cricket pitches, of a life under the sun.
Ivan and I cross paths a few times a week, at a suburban beach. He’s on his morning walk. I’m going for my short swim. Or maybe some snorkelling. Or I’m just back from the water, drying off.
“I only walk for two or three hours,” I think he once said, “before the sun gets too high.”
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About Vin Maskell
Founder and editor of Stereo Stories, a partner site of The Footy Almanac. Likes a gentle kick of the footy on a Sunday morning, when his back's not playing up. Been known to take a more than keen interest in scoreboards - the older the better.
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