Walking
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…
Winter Path
I never understood why he wanted to take that picture, it was so familiar; where a gate once stood, a chalk path leading across an open field.
Tracks
…unsettled…We’ve got some more showery days to come first though, with further thundery downpours possible…