A reflective look at some of the fantastic photographs taken on our walking workshops - with four more submissions.
Near the ferry terminal is the ice cream kiosk with
sloping roof.Out of sight, is a sloping
roof at the rear, of concrete. The roof at the rear one can walk on. This gives
a view across the bay and estuary. The steps that lead up the side of the kiosk
to the hidden viewpoint are famous. They are known as “the John Lennon
steps”.I think the famed Beatle was
brought here on family holidays when young. To find, play, and jump off, this
secret roof space, onto the sands of the Ferry Beach or to dream while taking
in the peace of the view, is a joy to a child now, the same as to John Lennon
Washed up, salted and dried out.
A fading beauty, over exposed,
curled up at the edges by searing sun
through cold, lonely nights.
Surfed in by an easy wave,
stranded in the rock pool.
I try to climb out.
Almost made it,
the tide was against me,
sweeps in too often.
Tumbles me back into the pit.
I crave comfort from the sea,
reclamation by the tide.
Deep briny darkness calls me home.
Adele V Robinson
Walk Of The White Lady
Footsteps echo, crunch and
Talk a walk and let us
River swirl, let it fall
As the White Lady begins
Shadows of a distant past
Let my love so sweetly
I see the church, a
Like earth’s core my heart
Ring that bell a faraway
Strike and bellow let it
Sodden to the very core
Let it rain – begin to
As the wet starts to spray
Tractors lift, bring in
A hawthorn bushy full in
Our walk is done within the
The Net Weaver’s Cottage
Board-blinkered windows smother out the
Squeaking screws squeezed sunshine out
When steel lock clacked down for the
the sand-whipped lime-wash would not
Integrity of cobbles could not rest
and grew through tarmac’s crumbling,
Discarded coils of hemp, an empty nest
dreamt its weave with sea foam at its
What fate befell the rough and clever
whose left thumb wore this sneck to
whose skin snagged workings clinched the