H.18 – Shoreham

We arrive,tired, but excited, acres of green and a long driveway

are all that separate us from a few quiet days.


Bright lights,night tennis none of us know the rules.

We laugh and run, chasing balls.


A warm bath, deep soaking, so quiet no inside

no outside.


Loading the car, clothes and snacks, bodied and toys.

A book from a long untouched stuck. Computers and phones,

Way to many cords.


The beach,the track,the 10km walk, no water bottles, tears

Military ruins, exploration a bus back.


The ferry, lunch, the view from shore to shore, history decorating the walls.

Packing up, all our things home.




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