I read somewhere that cities such as Bath and Oxford borrow from the light from the sun in the morning and returns it with a great gratitude as the evening draws in But what of Margate It is a town of many buildings some quite lovely but none can be called outstanding as is the […]

You are walking around our holiday home In my Benfica football shirt and nothing else I have brought it with me as we are going to a match In a white stadium in a few days time The red shirt really suits you But I have asked you not to get it wet When you […]

orange mist sun bird flies over the sea

I can feel this lovely town An island within an island Half hidden in the haze Our beaches stretch into infinity And always reward my gaze     Written on a postcard 

Behind me is where the where steamers Once called At the head of this beautiful pier   I am sharing a lonely morning coffee With you As I always do on Saturday mornings     26/03/22          

I found a Ken doll in a charity shop today Wearing a scruffy red tee shirt and colourful shorts My purchase was rather apt as I live by sea God does have a sense of humour Especially during the summer months     Outlaw    

I am an ordinary soldier I will be killed by an ordinary bullet Fired from an ordinary rifle In the futility of an ordinary war     Anon

spring sea tides turn gently

warm sun smooth sea a day of mists  

pebbles on the beach each has its own story