The boat would dance upon the rich tide ...

Above the narrow beach of the cove, resting upon wooden cradles, were two small fishing boats - thick briny ropes hung from their bows - 

I gazed at the lurid fishing floats - I imagined myself, in shining oilskins, standing by the winding gear, the nets full of mackerel and sea bass - 

I would gaze up at the waxing moon - the icy waves would break upon the white stones of the shore - 

The boat would dance upon the rich tide, hauling in memory as well as fish from the unfathomed sea - 

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Tuesday 1 December 2015

Lulworth Cove 

Purbeck

Dorset