The white pebble ...

We wore gloves against the cold - 

Leafless trees had shining branches - 

Gulls flew over the smooth bare hill - 

Two fishermen dragged a dinghy up the narrow beach - 

It was high tide - 

An icy stream ran over the white stones into the cove - 

I held the pebble Sophie gave me - 

I'd place it above the fireplace, warm it with a fragrant blaze - 

I'd hold the moment in my heart, as now I held the pebble in my hand - 

10.45

Thursday 19 January 2017

Lulworth Cove

Dorset