Thursday, 8 October 2026

Meeting Betsan on the beach

Betsan saw us on the ribbed sand -

As always louche and elegant -

Greeting us with her marvellous gravelly voice -

Wearing a boiled wool jacket -

It was my mother's she said -

We were going for a swim under a  mackerel sky -

She smiled at us as we walked, slender and almost bare, into the waves -


South Beach
Studland 

October 8 2026 

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