Letters from Thurlestone

What a moment.  What a place.  What a time!


ThurlRockThe morning dawned clear, pink and bright .. time to walk, to stretch and remember the path to Hope Cove.  The westerly gales are back and sand blasts across the beach, stinging eyes and cheeks.

This was not the Cove of quiet cream teas or dreamy loganberry ice cream.  The sea was churning and even seagulls took their time, coming into land on gusty blasts.

Walking back along the sea-cliffs, our faces into the fierce wind made for quirky walking. Staying on the path now a game of balance and direction – with the wind winning for the most part, I swayed and sailed all the way back to the Cottage.

Rosy cheeks and shining eyes were my morning’s souvenirs … And I’ll close these letters with some poetry summing up the beauty of my experience in recent days.

Sunshine pours

Cascading love-light

Into sweet embrace


While Ocean

Pounds and paws the shore

Like a dog


Crested waves

Rush to greet old friends

Back again.



Time turns in circles

True to Now


And shadows

Run from sunny thoughts

To dark caves


While giants

Wait in soft repose

For smugglers


And I sit

Bathed in warmth and glory




Senses alive as

Fire crackles.



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