Jean remembers the sweet natured hunter ...

This morning I drove to Swanage - it was the second Wednesday of the month - 

The Colorectal Specialist Nurse had first told me about Semi Colons - 

I sipped my coffee in Queensmead Hall - 

All of us there had bodies made of smoke - 

We wore our scars like secret jewels - 

Jean told me how she learned to ride aged sixty five - 

She'd ridden a sweet natured fearless hunter - 

I told her how I'd learned to ride, going round and round the sand school, David smoking a cigarette, perched upon his Arab - 

We remembered the smell of horses, the heat of their swift bodies -  

Don't ever let anyone stop you doing what you want to do Jean said - 

11.30

Wednesday 14 October 2015

Queensmead Hall

Swanage