We followed the wavering path through harts-tongue ferns -
A bird sang unseen -
The air was warm and still, heavy with moisture -
We were far from the world of cliff tops and windswept grass -
Yet high above Pinhay Bay, we glimpsed the sea -
A pale blue smoky mirror -
Sea fret veiling the waves -
Sky and sea becoming one -
Monday 24 June 2019
Above Punhay Bay
Devon
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