Polar Wood ...

We parked the red Peugeot in the shade of tall trees - 

Richard spoke of walking the Camino de Santiago - I imagined him standing before the soaring Cathedral, a white shell fastened to his coat - 

We walked up to Polar Wood - fields of rape were yellow sails under a bright blue sky - nettles stung my bare ankles - 

The wood was enclosed by a lichened drystone wall - old trees were in new leaf - 

I could glimpse the sea - a yacht was sailing past St Adhelm's Head - 

We fell silent once we were inside the wood - 

We followed a winding path through wild garlic flowers and bluebells -

A red butterfly opened its dream dusted wings - 

An unseen bird sang with its sweet voice - 

16.00 

Saturday 16 May 2016

Polar Wood 

Kingston

Purbeck