Armor-less with soden Espadrilles

Symptom - A bad attitude in the Dorset fog rolled cliffs.

Remedy - Classic literature, car-singing, red wine, rain walking.

A broken spirit at the forefront of the holiday break soothed by the exchange of stories of broken hearts with LL, a lunch of Guiness and the magnificent refuge of the Colonnade.

Getting away from it all is not an escape enough from oneself.

The beach beckons once again, this time with company.

quickstep

I will dance the lead & follow, dance alone & together, start & end the dance, just so long as I feel the beat. Bliss.

If I don't dance soon

there'll be nothing to dance for. my toes are primed. my body supple. my limbs ache for a beat. meet me in the South Downs. tomorrow I put my hair up and get gone.

Fortune Fish and Velvety print

While my left hand examines the print my right hand confesses the passion.

A book that lets a little bit out will be tea-warm-off-the-press on Monday.

A letter arrived for me during Tuesdays morning ritual and my heart expanded and tilted forward in my chest.

Thank you for letting me know. It makes everything easier.

missed

Here's where I've been for a while.

To'ing and Fro'ing

tight trains.

repetitive strain.

typewriter ribbons.

telephone fuss.

snatched dates.

being late.

close calls.

rum fueled.

moon dance.

wolf hugs.

'Don't break it locket'.