Above the roof tops there was a starless blue black sky - it was early evening - lamp posts cast their light upon the dark river - the tide was on the ebb -
Downstream, the river flowed through serpentine channels, past silent islands to meet the sea - the wind stirred reed beds - deer moved like nervous ghosts above Shipstall Point -
A yacht was moored to the Town Quay - the tower of Lady Saint Mary carried prayers to heaven -
Each house on Saint John's Hill cherished a tender secret - soft voiced sea birds flew above the roof tops of the gentle town -
18.00
March 9 2015
The Town Quay
Wareham
Dorset
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