cliffs steep and rocky enclose a crescent of sand kissed by murmuring waters of sinuous sun-sparkled sea a cloudless blue Mediterranean sky lazes over the beach hushed by the soft but constant sound of breaking waves white flecked couriers sand swishing pebbles trickling rocks rumbling and yet cicadas on olive and pine trees still are heard singing their subtle song while beyond the reefs mermaids frolic in silvery surf
A Scot who has discovered peace in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte Vermeille, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere.
His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success.
He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
So, nobody’s perfect.
