morning on paradise isle clear sky translucent sea and snaking roads green hills awash with bird song stillness and movement dressed in the silky Coloured Sunrise.
this place is a shambles I hear my mother say just behind my back 600 miles away and me into the first half of my fifties decade do mothers ever let go their observations I wonder as I ignore once again
650 miles and two ferry journeys I will not be making that trip again -back to the town I was brought up three years since the last time eight years before that- there is nothing there for me now that is finally understood. I made the 650 miles and two ferry journeys back thank God.