They’re still fixing the road the storms tore up.
Twice.
You were dying to come down and see ‘the carnage’.
You always loved a bit of destruction,
a bit of hell and damnation
– preferably through the lens.
Osborne’s is closed for the season.
No ice-cream today.
And at the old pub – The New Inn – no more fires.
It’s in-between times.
On the beach we try to walk east
so on our way home we’ll face the sun, as it sets.
But the storms have changed the geography of the beach
and despite our best efforts and boots we can’t cross.
On the pebble bank we think we found dry ground
until looking down we see
in the gaps
dark water quickly glistening.
“It’s totally changed!”
“Yeah!”
“You know Pobbles got covered in rocks?
I thought the storms brought them there
but someone told me – it’s only now
the sand has gone we can see
what was there all along.”
