Longing to wear a pilgrim's shell ...

Penelope and I walked the high chalk path from Durdle Door to Lulworth Cove - 

Far below us shining waves broke upon untrodden sand - 

A kestrel was a beautiful terrifying shape in the sky - 

The mod wind stirred the bright grass - 

Crows perched upon barbed wire fences - 

Roacks offshore were fringed with foam - 

Cliffs rose up from pristine coves - 

We talked about the Camino de Santiago - 

I remembered how Richard longed to wear a pilgrim's shell - 

The path might start in a Southsea street - 

We would lay down our burdens on a prayerful strand -  

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Tuesday 13 March 2018

Isle of Purbeck

Dorset