Finding the sea again ...

As we walked onto the beach, we could hear three swimmers yelling joyously in the icy dazzling sea - 

Dark glistening kelp clothes the Ringstead Ledges -

We are lolling upon shining pebbles, sipping coffee from our silver flasks - 

A salty wind is blowing against my face - I'm wearing sun glasses - 

Clouds are slowly moving across the pale blue  sky - 

A container ship floats upon the sea like a felled space cruiser - 

On top of the cliffs, White Nothe Cottages harbour memories of winter storms - 

The three swimmers are now sunning themselves, two young women and one young man - they lie close to each other, stretched out upon the coarse sand - 

I wonder who they are, and what thoughts are passing through their heads - 

We resolve to swim here in the summer, to walk again through the abandoned aboretum, past the strange house lost amongst the trees - 

Once more we'd suddenly glimpse the sea, finding a prize we'd never deserved to find - 

12.00

Monday April 6 2015

Ringstead Bay

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