Low Tide, Mersehead. The sea has left Only its taste. Salt in the air, Caked-dry lips. The tide has gone, beyond reach, Beyond sight, A soundless distance. All we have Is the wide promise Of a return, Another beginning. Derek Ross.
Low Tide, Mersehead
The photograph has such texture!
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Wonderful beach but yet to see the tide in!
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It’s all in the timing, eh?
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I don’t think I’ve ever been to Mersehead when the tide is in!
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I have it on good authority that the tide is never in!
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Another great piece of work Derek. The lines capture the character of the place and these times so well.
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