Between storms ...

The cove was bathed in golden light -

We'd walked past the empty holiday cottages -

Narrow pebbled paths led to blue doors -

Thatched roofs enfolded chill bedrooms -

For a moment, the air was still -

We were between storms -

We stood on the beach of white stones -

I wore no watch -

We waited for the wind -




Tuesday 11 February 2020


Lulworth Cove
Dorset