The next morning he watched the rising sun in the east from behind his rooftop parapet, the Union Jack flying in the breeze above his head.
His great-nephew, still in his pyjamas and dressing gown, joined him outside. “Are you all right, Uncle Frank?”
“Yes, of course I am. Just had some indigestion last night.” He thought about telling Lucas to go back inside because of the cold air but dismissed the idea. The boy had to learn to toughen up. After all, we had to. “Why don’t you grab my two sets of binoculars from the cabinet and bring them out here?”
As he waited for his great-nephew, Frank patted the side of the stone parapet. Rock solid, nothing would ever break open this wall.
“Good boy, Lucas. Right, step up here next to me and we’ll both keep a lookout. I’ll give you a pound if you spot a Chinese container ship.”
“These binoculars are quite heavy. Can I use the new ones Mum bought me?”
“No, no, rest your elbows here so you can prop them up… There you go. That’s better, isn’t it?”
Frank and his great-nephew kept watch at the parapet and scoured the English Channel with their binoculars.