Light blue digital watch design with red trim, showing LATE on its display, on a forearm beside a woven bracelet.

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Digital watch design on a forearm

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A forearm and wrist are photographed against a brick wall, with a light blue digital watch design across the wrist. The watch has a red bezel and a yellowish display reading LATE, drawn in flat, outlined cartoon-style shapes. The design is in colour and sits centred on the wrist, with a woven bracelet beside it.

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Sit yourselves down by the stove and mind the kettle, because this is the tale of my grandfather's watch and the night it told the truth. He bought it from a travelling man off the ferry, a squared-up thing with a blue strap and a little yellow window, and swore it would keep better time than the church clock. That was the first lie. The second was that it had ever shown the right hour. Whatever the time, when he pressed the button it said LATE, and no amount of shaking or swearing would change the word.

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He wore it anyway, out at the Corran light, where his whole job was to climb the iron stair at dusk and have the lamp burning before the boats came round the point. For eleven winters he ignored the watch. Then came the February gale that turned the sea to white porridge, and one trawler, the Mary Ann Keir, that had not come in at her usual hour. The wireless crackled that nobody could raise her. My grandfather looked down at his wrist, and there it was, blinking at him in its grey-yellow window: LATE.

Now, a sensible man would have lit the lamp at dusk and prayed. He reckoned that if the watch was right about anything, it was right about being behind, so he gambled that the boat was still out there and kept the lamp burning past midnight, which nobody on that coast had ever done. He climbed down twice to check the glass and the oil, and the village thought him soft in the head.

Near two in the morning the Mary Ann Keir came limping round the point on one engine, and her skipper swore afterwards he had steered by that light and nothing else. The watch never did get the time right, mind you. But it was never once wrong about who was still out there.

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