The Slapton Line

Long sweeping curve of the bay Thread of yellow Meets mist And foreboding cloudDisappearing into a charcoal sky. Whipped up waves Churn against the shoreline;Light plays on the ever changing surface Of indigo and grey;A constant movement of the beast A heaving mass of rolling waveSurges and falls;Hides the creatures that live beneath its surface.NoContinue reading “The Slapton Line”

Walk to Lydia Bridge

An ancient bridge Spans moorland gorgeDeep running Clawing at the rock;Smooth worn boulders Undercut And crystal pools Dark hollows block;A cobbled path will take us still,Smooth worn by constant tread;Age old route beside the river Leads up to Lydia Mill.Moss covered rocks line the wayTumbling along its line;Trees overgrown and leafy shrubsRestrict this view ofContinue reading “Walk to Lydia Bridge”