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On the Marsh
Lapwings squeal at crows Stealing eggs from open nests Fear-filled commotion . n.b. Dreadful scenes of larceny and conflict marking daybreak on 1st May. . CLP 1st May 2020 Read more
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Gyrismó
Purple bougainvillea tumbling from baskets decorated our wayIn those hours without shade in the hottest heatWe found a route to that other bay soon enoughWith its crumbling Crusader castle cut from a cleft in the high valleyGuarding over the café, squared-off with bleached tarpaulinsSitting like a brig roped to the quay, its skeleton crew manning Read more
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Day 43
Light levels are lowered by the thick cloud cover. All the bright colours of spring flowers are needed now to attract pollen carriers. The warmth of the past week coaxed a greater variety of bees outside. They are most welcome. This morning along the coast road the marshes are witness to a fierce exchange between Read more
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Day 42
The road is just visible ahead. There is light in the sky topping off the highest clouds. The air is damp. There are puddles. There are no street lights here. It is dark enough for the birds to have stopped flying and to have ceased singing. The main sounds are a few spots of rain on Read more
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Day 41
It wasn’t wet, nor cold. Partly sunny. I stepped out the back door. It was warmer out than in. I stepped back into the kitchen. I worked intermittently at my desk for the rest of the day, into mid-evening. I pause occasionally to watch the clever rat climb the top of the post stretch across Read more
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Faithful Friend
My pet? Ah, yes Stolid, Black Labrador with still vibrant, clumsy tailWe’ve seen some things, eh?We’ve stuck closeThrough thick, thin, thinner and thinning hairWe saw off them off with loveMy departing childrenWe stood at the door side-by-sideAs they leftOne after the other, after the other Saw him off tooWith pots and pans, my best coffee Read more
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