Distant

Matt was playing in a mini-rugby tournament at Dalkeith today - so as well as the usual big games of tig (sorry, touch rugby) there were medals and cups and a raffle.

Amid all the hurly-burly and excitement, all the "blue, number 236"/"isn't it more of a greeny colour?"/"turquoise, then?"/"ok, let's call it duck egg blue number 236" of the draw, there was something about the expression on this guy's face that suggested he was somewhere else entirely.