South-West; North-East

To be honest… it was fine.

Brunel’s Butt’ry Sanwidge Shoppe

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…

Beings who know themselves.