Precious maps ...

I wonder when I took these photographs - 

There's Anne, paying Farmer Davis the rent for our bed on the moonlit grass - 

There she is, her long legs bare, riding a red bike like an Amazon - 

There she is, climbing a tree, fearless and supple - 

That's me, wearing a blue shirt, drinking a vino tinto - 

My wet hair is thick - I'm reed slim - 

There's Beverley, half smiling, sitting in a chair as though it were her throne - 

I took these photographs whilst I journeyed through the land of my young years - 

Now I trace my path across a precious map - 

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Sunday 23 April 2017

The Old School House 

East Stoke 

Dorset