Remembering Burnbake ...

The memory came back to me, very suddenly - 

Penelope and I were walking to Ower Quay - 

We'd started our walk at Burnbake, parking the blue Micra under sycamore trees, opposite a field of bell tents - 

I remembered then visiting the campsite in its bohemian pomp - 

Wild fires had blazed in oil drums - Richard had offered us dizzying cider - a bright feverish midsummer moon hung in the sky - Anne's long legs were brown and bare - 

I felt no older, though, only more thickly dusted with memory, like a golden man, standing before a fathomless well - 

10.15

Tuesday 9 June 2015

Burnbake

Isle of Purbeck

Dorset