Forgetting the sadness of emptied rooms ...

I'm warming myself in the sun after swimming - 

Anne's smoothing the fine sand with her long fingers - 

My legs are still beaded with seawater - there's salt in my hair - 

I can hear the sound of small waves - 

Summer yachts are anchored off Old Harry - 

A fallen tree casts a twisted shadow - 

Sunburnt tribes mark their territories with yellow windbreaks - 

Dads play wild beach cricket - 

Girls whoop like bacchantes - 

I forget the sadness of emptied rooms - 

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Thursday 6 August 2015

Middle Beach 

Studland