It was on the sandy quay, rusting amongst the lobster pots and shells and tangled nets. It lay unmoving and I tried its weight, iron heavy, covering my sandy hands with golden, rust dust, and I wondered how it felt to have them tightly wound around my wrists and how I would struggle, fumble and… Continue reading Chains
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Seaside Fun
Dancing sunlit waves, gleeful children, reddened cheeks, glowing with joy under a layer of factor 50, to fight off the furious sun searching out each little corner of skin uncovered; and so they dress them now with protecting suits or pop up tents that shield, and enable freedom on the beach; to dig and build,… Continue reading Seaside Fun