I have three favourite south coast places I visit, to escape London - Littlehampton, Ramsgate and Shoreham on Sea. Since I grew up on the south coast of Wales and spent all my teenage years in summers on the beach, I have to escape London regularly, especially in summer, to breathe some ozone and hear the seagulls crying.
Catching the breeze
Standing
by the harbour,
the summer
wind blows through
the
cobwebs in my brain,
scouring
Indra’s net strand by strand,
shaking
it down, scrubbing off
the dust
of life and London.
I breathe
in a blast of ozone
and the
net sparkles with colours,
reds,
greens and amethyst blues,
I’m
waking up to this moment,
watching
a pure white seagull,
wings
outstretched, surfing the wind.
He swoops
low over the water then
whips up
over the harbour wall,
high
above my head.
It’s a
game he’s playing
a game of
nothing but what it is –
riding
the wind.
.........
Littlehampton,
2018
This poem was blown up and displayed in the window of the Dugdale Centre, Enfield, 2019. It will be the title poem of my next collection, out soon.
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Back to Ramsgate where I went last week for a few nights - an expensive time of year to stay at the Ramsgate Harbour Travelodge, but hey I wasn't paying - the insurance company overseeing the building works for subsidence in my flat were.
I've been a nomad for 3 weeks - staying here and there and finally at the Travelodge. So carrying belongings with me, clothes and toiletries and trying to get used to other people's dietary habits, bathrooms, kitchens and rules for living. How kind and generous they all were. So grateful.
Now I'm back in my own place - still dealing with residual builders, building problems etc for another week, but so nice to have my own kitchen, bathroom and bedroom back: my own food in the fridge, my own cooking etc. What a joy! Still dealing with boxes all over the kitchen and bedroom but it's MY space at last.
My Travelodge room overlooked the 'Royal' Harbour and the weather was hot - had to have the fan on all the time, day and night.
Evenings were spent with daughter and partner and stepson (17) who cooked for us one night - time spent walking round the harbour, along the beach to Broadstairs eating chips and ice cream, another visiting a vast antique's emporium, catching up with all their news.