My aunts wore invisible crowns ...

Posting the Christmas cards to doughty aunts, my mum's sisters, I remembered Leigh Park afternoons - 

I'd follow my mum along the winding roads, past pebble dashed houses - 

The estate was a strange kingdom, one which might never be mapped - 

Dogs barked behind doorways -

There were Humber Sceptres parked outside The Curlew - 

My Uncle Polly wore a navy blue blazer - 

I heard stories I did not understand - 

I'd eat a piece of Battenberg cake -

My aunts sat in their chairs as if they were thrones - 

Upon their heads were invisible crowns - 

11.00

Wednesday 21 December 2016

Wareham

Dorset