The hide ...

Rain was falling when we walked to Shipstal Point - 

The sky was full of cloud, touching the washed land - 

 

We heard birdsong under the shining trees - 

There were still bluebells to be seen amongst the new bracken -

The grey hills were half hidden by the rain - 

Above our heads, oak leaves caught pristine raindrops - 

We sat in the hide, watching birds in their mysterious world - 

Nearby were deep pools of peaty water, each one a dark mirror -  

The rain continued to fall - 

I turned to Penelope - 

It's as though we're the last people left in the world I said - 

11.30

Wednesday 17 2017

Arne

Dorset