This beach at Maidencombe is reachedby countless steps of well-worn stone,which open to a camber coveof sand and shingle. On my ownI sit and contempla..
A brisk breeze drives the crystalline,while in the distance sail boats playand sun spreads golden spangled light.From high ground in a sheltered place..
A spirit crossed my path as Ibreathed in the scent of pearly pinks,in garden beds of hyacinths
>Her presence lingered, caught my thoughts,a pause for..
Within Lynch Island's tangled tracks,I stand before an English oakwhose girth exceeds all others seen.Grey furrowed bark is tough on touchas parasitic..