Friday, 1 February 2013

Rio de la Miel

We stopped in a sheltered part of the bay.
After standing in the cold wind all morning
it was a relief to escape the constant buffeting.
I sat on the edge of the shingle
and the only thought in my mind was
"if this isn't nice I don't know what is".


  1. Thank God we have places where we can still feel like that.

  2. Et in Arcadia Ego ...

    knew a thing or too did Virgil

  3. even two

    Festina lente to quote someone else ;-)


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