On a ten mile meandering walk.
This landscape, rough pasture, flooded fields, flashes forming where ground is subsiding. Skirting a lake where the path should be.
On a turning tide.
On a turning tide.
Watching sand slipping back under the sea.
Young black headed gulls feeding on the shoreline.
A Thoughtful Gesture
eventeen wooden benches clamped to concrete bases, set along the gravel path. They all share the same view; causeway, island, lighthouse, off shore wind turbines.
Walking the Dog
Remaining bitterly cold, with raw easterly winds continuing to bring in scattered blustery snow showers from the North Sea… Not the best of days to be out, but then the weather rarely stopped him. It’d…
Relics
Going for a stroll, that’s what we did, come fair or foul weather. The dog needed his walk, whatever. And this was the game. Stop. Close your eyes. Tell me what you hear. The wind…
Low Tide
Picking up a pebble, round and smooth, sand clinging to its wet surface. Rubbing it between fingers and thumb, I drop it into my coat pocket where it will probably stay. The promenade’s quiet today, the small skate park, busy.
Room With A View
Cold morning light. Runners, dog walkers, people on their way to work passing shelters already vacated. Sleeping bags, carrier bags, hold alls stowed under benches. Apart from one shelter.
On the Prom
Your voice drifts across the rectangle of decking where I’m sitting, between the café and the beach.‘Ok darling. Yes, of course you know what you’re doing, but I just-‘You place the mobile on the table, cradle…
Stranded
Stand on a crack break your back stand on a line break your spine stand on a nail you go to jail…