Herring gulls prowled the sea front -
Their yellow beaks were like tiny switch blades -
One snatched a burger from a kiddie's hand our landlady had told us -
Before we boarded Serenity 2 for Inner Farne, there was time to consider sipping Alnwick Gold -
I'd sit amongst old fishermen, baptised by roughened hands -
I'd hear words in an old language -
The sea would cast up bleached trees -
11.05
Monday 25 July 2016
The Olde Ship Inn
Seahouses
Northumbria
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