Victoria Coach Station-Isle of Wight. An inexplicable indoor wind whips litter around my feet and bags.A newly docked Coach, it’s hot tyre smell reminds me of the roads back home in Summertime.Though we are deep in November, nearly December.Coaches smell of Summer, years of my childhood on a tourist island where Coaches abound, andContinue reading “VOICES FROM THE FIRE: Stephen Whitter”