Framed pastel seascape

I must go down to the sea again

Says the old poem.

And I know why

Beauty and violence

Gentle lapping wavelets

And white horses.

Frantic families

Lost sailors

Storms and waves

So high they reach up, up

To the sky.

Birds skim the surface

Grab fish in their beaks

Puffins and Skewers

Cormorants and Choughs

Ever changing

Sometimes boring

I must go there again.

Lucky escape

I just tripped up over a paving slab, I hit my knees hands and head on the way down.

I scratched the lens of my glasses but can still see out of them. My hubby and some passers by very kindly helped me. I think I got away with very little harm considering it was a heavy fall and my head hit the top of a step. I’m more shocked than anything else and the palm of my hand is bruised…. But nothing broken and no bad bleeding x just shaken.