Helplessly, gleefully, drawn to the sea, to where light dances on waves and comes tumbling ashore in a crash of white foam, to a place that is neither land, nor ocean. Perhaps my home isn't anywhere, but any in between, a place where fey live hidden in twilight a place for ghosts and memories. I … Continue reading I watch the tide come in…
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A walk
Against the wind, we walked along the boardwalk swerving, from other walkers and veering into pebbles, my dress a dancing ribbon orange against steel blue sky. We took the path beneath the bridge, you needed somewhere to sit, and wind was snatched from our ears, emerging into sudden silence we found a garden of agapanthus … Continue reading A walk
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A View From The Sea
Something atop the cliff black against the pale sun stumbles, rights itself, strides out toward the cliff edge on matchstick legs; stands, on a precipice for all the world looking like an oversized crow, a baby bird afraid to flex its wings, and turns its back on the sea becomes smaller, is gone. Looking up … Continue reading A View From The Sea
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Finding the ‘Zig-zag Path’; or, the Man-made Grottoes of Folkestone
So we walked up from the beach and listened to the birdsong, which is so much clearer with everyone now in hiding, and I came across a path I hadn't noticed before... So naturally we had to explore and take a lot of pictures. This little walk proved quite inspiring, perhaps some of the features … Continue reading Finding the ‘Zig-zag Path’; or, the Man-made Grottoes of Folkestone
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