I thought of Richard's poem in memory of his brother -
Peregrines had soared over the cliffs he'd climbed -
His fall had been far crueller than one through air -
Below us, the waves broke upon a rocky shore -
Above us, swept back wings raked the sky -
12.00
Wednesday 23 September 2015
Wallsend Cove
Isle of Portland
Dorset
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