It was some time since Richard had visited Swanage - we walked down Institute Road, past the gorilla - he was wearing a skull mask for Halloween -
We spent some time in the Oxfam bookshop - I bought Alan Garner's Stradloper - I'd read his Boneland last winter, and was still haunted by it -
Richard bought an illustrated copy of A Shropshire Lad - I read a few of the beautiful anguished verses - we both, perhaps, hungered for a land of lost content -
A friend from Semi Colons greeted me - we shared experiences of colonoscopies - I realized how fond I had become of my fellow bowel cancer survivors -
In Smiths I stared at my reflection in an antique mirror - I admired a venerable motor cycle -
Later we lunched on a picante soup in Durlston Castle - I watched the beautiful waitress sashay from table to table -
Richard placed bets on horses with names like Letmego and Vazaro Delafayette -
I showed Richard around the Victorian castle - we went up a wrought iron spiral staircase to the belvedere - we gazed out at the cloud shadowed sea -
13.30
23 October 2014
Durlston Castle
Swanage
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