Birders warmed themselves before the wood burning stove -
An RSPB warden wore a waxed jacket -
Tiny skulls were arranged upon a table -
We would walk to Shipstal Point -
Icy rain would sweep across the harbour -
The tide would swallow saltings and sand bar -
I would whisper a secret into a hollow tree -
10.50
Friday 8 February 2019
Arne
Dorset
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