Saturday 12 August 2017

The hundred and ninety nine steps ...



Climbing the steps up to the Abbey, I left behind the narrow harbour, the crooked yards - 

Attic windows were open to the gaze of seagulls -

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I knew that I was one of many, wearing down once more the patient stone -   

We climbed upwards, those who could be seen, and those who were invisible - 


10.10
Monday 31 July 2017

Whitby
Yorkshire


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