The tide turning at Langstone ...

Last Friday, I took my dad for a run in the red Peugeot - I helped him into the car - I felt the delicate weight of his body - it was as though, at any moment, he might break into tiny feathery pieces - 

We stopped first at Langstone - we walked along the foreshore, past The Ship Inn - diners were still eating scampi inside the themed bar - 

The high tide was on the turn - gulls settled upon a glistening causeway - white yachts were moored further out - I gazed out over the still pale blue water - I could hear my dad's uneven footsteps close behind me - 

We could have one in The Royal Oak my dad said hopefully - 

16.00

24 November 2014

The foreshore

Langstone