It was time, I thought, for parsnip soup ...

This afternoon, I drove to Studland - 

I walked along Knoll Beach towards Bramble Bay - 

The beach was deserted, save for a few women walking their dogs - 

The dunes made me think of stories by M R James - 

I might find a golden crown, or see a shape steal across the dark hollows - 

I saw hoof prints in the sand, an oak leaf washed up by the sea, migrating birds - 

The sky was full of cloud - 

On the horizon, a cargo ship sailed away to some bright shore - 

I remembered two recent dreams - 

It was time, I thought, for parsnip soup - 

14.30

Sunday 6 December 2015

Knoll Beach

Studland