Sunshine

This is the peace the kind of peace we wished for though we never did imagine this outlook or that I would be here explaining to you the eleven fielding positions on a full-size cricket pitch

And here's a ticking off for all those NIMBY protestors against windmills who would have robbed us of the sight of slowly turning blades which catch the light which bounce the light which share the light and which reflect it many fold to our distant destination

Also the sun is sparkling on the corrugated roof of the Road-Train which is sat listening to the chiming bells of the village church sat listening to the insects in the grass sat listening to the gulls over the cliff edge

As they too escape from the seafront where buckets and spades have been procured so as to build sandcastles on these wide open beaches

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Cliffs

Unsteady
In the July sun
Looking out across the blue across the deep deep blue

Already
As the gannets fly trefoil gliding gracefully on the thermals
My legs gently begin to quiver it's all in the mind of course

As well as the reality
Of being suspended on a cantilever platform
With no indication of its weight limit

Or the depth of the fall
Should the whole thing collapse
Into the big blue below the bigger big blue below

Where the plentiful life within feeds the seasonal migration
Sufficient it seems for a quarter of a million seabirds
Who frequent this short stretch of coastline

Now back in the cafe
Once more on terra-firma the steadiness gradually grows
As we take tea outdoors in the mid-July sun

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Thyme

In search of one space we found another for by chance as much as hope we discovered the hidden garden

I beg your pardon says I to the horticulturalist but are you open on Friday for that is when we leave and we would like to take some of your plants with us

For instance the grapefruit mint and the strawberry or banana mints o and yes yes the orange thyme

I've already thought of a place to place to put them it will need a bit of clearing up and a modicum of brickwork construction

But I promise they will be cared for as I intend in the fullness of time of course to begin making my own perfumes and a range of aromatherapy oils

I've read about base notes and high notes and those other notes in between

So you see your notes are just the beginning of a new lifetimes passion at least that is what I most sincerely hope for in this particular moment

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Seashore

Steps down to the beach
To take photographs
Of chalk-white pebbles
And a sea which merges into a sky
At that point formerly known as the horizon

A wall on which to sit
To have photographs taken
Portraits of each other
Exposed in turn with the cliff
And the rampant vegetation as a backdrop

Then striding-out along the sands
Towards the town a mile or so away
Past the seventy year old man with his wife
Digging in the sand for fishing bait
He is due in Filey tomorrow if the weather holds
As it sort of holds today that is
Until we reach the Road Train terminus

I have taken photographs of the surf of the beach
Of the waves of the sea and of the fisherman soon to be
I compare and contrast this afternoon
Of the place of the environment of the emotion
I settle on gratefulness especially for the laughter

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Tears

One girl
For no apparent reason
Is crying inconsolably

Her teacher tries to calm her
But with little success
So then she turns

To another child
Who she says is always good humoured
And asks could she cheer up the sad girl

Who does in fact steady herself
But fails to allow a smile
Which ought to be the natural reaction

To her friends expression of fun
And joy and willingness to care
For the deeply distraught youngster

How deep is her hurt
Where does the pain arrive from
How many years before she is released

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