Category Archives: River of Stones

Mindful Writing

Sea, dirt-brown and churning, flotsam strewn along the promenade. Man and dog dodge puddles, seaweed, grey wood, plastic milk bottles, rope, dislodged concrete, carrier bags, and a dead gull. All of marine life, and death, is here.

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Mindful Writing

Strong sea forces have begun the long shore drift, moving tons of sand to heaven-knows-where, and exposing bases of rusting metal, rotting wood and crumbling concrete. How will these misshapen and broken objects protect our houses, our possessions, our families? But somehow, they do. The TV shows other areas, where the sea has broken through inadequate defences, and amongst the feel-good stories of pets rescued and Dunkirk spirit, are sad faces, gazing at ruined homes.