We'd left my parents in their house - the TV was silent -
I remembered how I'd walked here with my dad - he'd been a keen walker, with a quick, nervy, stride -
I gazed at the numinous sky - the air was very still - Anne was slim and beautiful - my heart beat faster when I looked at her -
Swans emerged from amongst the reeds bordering the mill pond -
Further along the foreshore was the Church of Saint Thomas a Becket -
The cemetery there was a tranquil place, shaded by gentle trees -
12.51
East Stoke
June 15 2014
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