The Tiger Moth ...

After sticky toffee pudding, we walked from Middle Beach towards Bramble Bay - 

Pete told me about the customers who visited The Yellow Shop - 

There was Paul, who treated him to a sausage roll every other day - 

Paul had told Pete over the watch batteries that he'd done time - in the 1960's he'd killed a taxi driver - he didn't have the money for the fare Pete said - 

Maire wore blue converses - 

Herring gulls watched dads playing cricket - 

We heard the noise of a small aircraft - there, flying low over the dunes, was a Tiger Moth - 

I thought of Antoine de Saint-Exupery - what would it be like, I wondered, to fly at night over oceans of sand? 

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Sunday April 5 2015

Middle Beach

Studland