Their songs would celebrate the ancient dance -

We walked along Knoll Beach, towards Bramble Bay - 

We turned back at the sign marking the start of the naturists' beach - 

There were no young gods today, jogging through the waves, rucksacks upon their backs - 

No Amazons cartwheeled across the sand - no leathery men stood, like meerkats, amongst the dunes - 

An icy wind stung our faces - the pale sun was low in the sky - 

We sat near the wood burning stove in the National Trust cafe - 

This evening, Anne would go wassailing in an orchard at Winterbourne Strickland - 

Fires would be lit under the apple trees - the waxing moon would be caught in their lichened branches - 

Later, the singers would drink mulled wine - sparks would rise upwards from the fires - 

Their songs would celebrate the ancient dance - 

The old year would clasp the new - 

12.00

Saturday 16 January 2016

Knoll Beach

Studland

Dorset