Walking to Arish Mell ...

Two swallows flew before us on Bindon Hill -

Penelope and I followed the white path to Arish Mell - 

We saw a yacht with red sails -  

Chalk cliffs rose sheer from the calm sea - 

Earlier, we'd seen two horses, grazing the high hilltop - 

We ate ripe blackberries - 

We gazed down at the empty beach - 

Waves broke upon the white stones - 

We remembered walking the fells, the swift rain against our faces -

We were walkers - 

Our feet knew the shape of the land - 

12.00

Wednesday 22 August 2018

Bindon Hill

Arish Mell

Dorset