Dreams of the gentle town ...

It was high tide when we walked from Wareham to Redcliffe - 

The Orca sailed past us, a leathery Charon at the tiller -

Two visitors sat listening to his commentary - 

I could smell May blossom - 

I read the names of the yachts - Avocet - Cornish Crabber - 

Waitresses were serving cream teas in Nellie Crumb - 

Gulls perched upon the rooftop of The Italian Kitchen - 

The gentle town slept under the warm sky - 

Its dreams were of ancient summers, of the winds stirring fragrant grass - 

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Thursday 11 May 2017

River Frome

Wareham

Dorset