To be honest… it was fine.
Relatively cold, this breezesome morning – bracing.
Their wake moves me.
I saw the sunset, seeping low, beyond the estate houses.
We’re citizens alike, subject to rule of cracked ‘n flawed democracy!
Sunhat ‘n crabbing bucket – rock-pool girl! She watches where her sandaled-feet stone-stand.
Cuthbert’s hermitage surrounded: seals slipslide ‘n slumber strandside.
I’m in two minds.
A-shambling through the queue.
Three men (dark-eyed) at th’fire’s edge.
Yah nough, don’t yuh?
I’ve left some leaflets ‘n some booklets.
The steam; the surface.
Climatic clarity! Emergency emergent ‘cross – awash tsunamic – th’sea of consciousness…