Finding Carswell and the Runes ...

It's like Carswell and the runes Anne said - 

Above our heads the wind roared through the leafless branches - 

We walked past waist high tangles of dead bracken - 

Fallen leaves were like tiny withered birds, stirred by the restless air - 

We were watched by deer, moving through the birch trees - 

I looked for faces, carried past me by the wind - 

The incoming tide was filling Wych Channel - grey waves swept up the narrow beach -  

I remembered the black and white film we'd seen on the flickering late night screen - 

I imagined finding a slip of paper in my pocket, turning my head to see a terrible shape in the dark -

12.30

Saturday 6 February 2016

Arne 

Purbeck

Dorset