They lay beneath my feet like careless jewels ...

I'm at Knoll Beach, outside the cafe, eavesdropping gentle gossip - 

Tiny birds dart towards me for crumbs of the National Trust brownie - 

Visitors in quilted jackets buy tea towels -

Foreign students feel pale sunshine upon their olive skin - 

I walked along the beach, towards Bramble Bay - 

A film of water upon the sands reflected the sky - 

I felt as though I were walking between two worlds - 

It was low tide - 

Shells and pebbles had been washed clean by the murmuring sea - 

They lay beneath my feet like careless jewels - 

15.00

Thursday 26 November 2015

Knoll Beach

Studland

Dorset