Friday, 19 September 2014

Morning After a Snowstorm on the West Strand

Where the tide ends and the snow begins
is anybody's guess. Three red setters
look confounded. They're not the only ones:
it's as if coconut milk has been poured
from a great height. My boots sink twice:
first, the immaculate crunch into half a finger's
worth of snow; then the sand's softer yield.
This is my route to the port today, to sign on
and receive free slabs of Cheddar from
the EEC Mountain. This is utterly stupendous.

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