Lobsters in their scarlet armour ...

Yesterday, I paid my respects to the lobsters in The Salt Pig - 

A friend of Archie lay stretched out upon his bed of ice - he extended a languid claw in greeting - 

The crossword gang was there - the grand silverback told his wife if you want to go to Swanage, then you shall go to Swanage - 

I sat at my distressed table - 

I'd just started reading Curzio Malaparte's Kaputt - it was extraordinary and terrible - 

I looked out into the High Street, imagining a progrom was about to begin - 

I gazed again at the lobsters for comfort - 

There they lay, upon their ice, in their scarlet armour - 

11.30

Thursday 29 October 2015

The Salt Pig

Wareham