Walking to Ravenscar ...

A yacht with red sails matched our pace - 

Knapweed bordered the clifftop paths - 

Harebells brushed against our feet - 

White butterflies were blown by the wind across the fields -

The sky promised both rain and sun - 

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Later, we would climb steps worn down by patient footfall - 

Cliffs would hide pristine coves - 

The mile wide bay would reflect the clouds - 

The hotel would wait for us on its high hill - 

The day's walk would end under gentle trees - 

Soft pillows would rest our heads - 

Memories of home would gather in our rooms like silent birds - 

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Tuesday 1 August 2017

Ravenscar

Yorkshire