Walking the Rodwell Trail ...

We followed the route of the old railway, above the Victorian streets -

Abandoned stations were left with just their names - 

We heard a chaffinch calling amongst leafless trees - 

Brick lined tunnels were like sad temples - 

Lean cyclists raced past us - 

Gentle dog walkers dawdled homewards - 

Breakwaters enclosed the wide harbour - 

The waves remembered grey ships filled with young men - 

Gulls flew above the dark Island - 

I shared a scone with Penelope, looking out at the high beach - 

There was a quotation from John Fowles written above the window -  

It is above all an elemental place, made of sea, shingle and sky - 

12.30

Friday 6 January 2017

Weymouth

Portland 

Dorset