Masonry Universal

So there I was, minding my own business.  It was the October school holiday week.  I was standing on the beach –Praia Santa Eulalia - just outside Olhos D’Agua on the Algarve.  The sun was shining.  Most of the family was relaxing on the hired sunbeds and Kirsty and I were down at the waterside.  She was strengthening the seaward defences of a hole in the sand and trying to keep the tide at bay.  I was splitting my time between watching the waves roll in and listening to the wonderful, therapeutic sound that they were making and supervising Kirsty’s efforts.

It was then that I heard the words, ‘Is that Mr. White there?’  I turned to the direction from which they had come, not knowing what to expect.  The Special Branch come to arrest me from my sunshine retreat or a beach guard anxious to collect the rental money for the sunbeds?  It was neither of these.  In fact it was something far more unlikely.  It was my old friend and fellow Past Master from Renfrewshire West, Bro Ian McPherson of Lodge Doric Kilwinning No 68, holidaying in the same area.  It’s a small world if not a sight for sore eyes ...