Swimming in Worbarrow Bay ...

There were three yachts in Worbarrow Bay - 

I stood on the high chalk hill above the sea -

Lords with gold torcs around their necks had once held court here - 

Now yellow flowers girdled their stronghold -

A sea fret hid the beach for a short while - 

We scrambled downwards, half walking, half sliding, over the shining grass - 

 

The sea was smooth and still - 

We swam out into the bay, under the blue ageless sky - 

Waves broke upon the beach - 

Our voices broke the ancient silence - 

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Wednesday 17 August 2016

Worbarrow Bay

Dirset