Cresswell ices ...

 

The taxi was late, its sulky driver reluctant to fix the rear seat belts - 

Did you see his eyes? Alyson said - they were murderous - 

Earlier, she'd told us about one of her mother's carers - 

He called himself Alex, though that wasn't his real name - he wore a leather jacket - 

When I asked him if he would come back, he said Mrs Waugh, nothing in this life is certain - 

We drove along a narrow road to the sea - 

Each empty village had a hairdressers - 

We passed by a prison, girdled with barbed wire - 

Cattle grazed in fields overlooked by white wind turbines - 

We got out the taxi at Cresswell - 

A small shop near the beach sold ices - 

A sandy path took us to a wonder of sea and sky - 

Our journey had begun, each step longed for, each one treasured -

11.35

Friday 22 July 2016

Cresswell 

Northumbria