I’d moved to Amsterdam a few weeks back, just before the borders closed to us Brits. I was grateful to be out of England. After finding a cheap hostel to stay in until I could start the new cooking job I’d lined up, I walked the old streets and canals, getting to know my new city. I remember going out early one morning, the air warm, the canals smelling slightly of decay and came across and an old man, ironing a shirt. I stopped to say “hello” and we both watched a quail walk past us along the cobbled road.
“an old man, ironing a shirt, alongside a canal in Amsterdam. A quail can be seen walking along the cobbled street outside his house.”
Q is for Quail
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