A man with a face like his wife left him
A kitesurfer heading out to the North Sea
Down there, a washed-up elephant’s tusk.
Dog-walkers that talk
near Half-built houses,
in the wind, the waves, the flood.
The regulation shouty man
A sickly, coughing dog.
Oystercatchers – one on a rock
Whilst ringed plovers prattle
On. The man and boy
Give caution the bird
Combing the beach
& I pick one exploded red balloon
(with a twirly silver tail)
From the thorn bush
This blog was named for horses like this fellow.
Happy Boxing Day indeed.
Fifteen people had already found their way to the blog today by typing in ‘Boxing Day wishes’, so I decided to make my own wish.
I dreamt about the King George last night, I was looking for Kauto Star’s colours coming up to the line at Kempton. It looked like a photofinish…
There’s a Where we Walk post and photo from one summer somewhere on this blog; it features the girls and Rudi with his tail curled unattractively like a pig in it. This is the same place and we haven’t walked there for months due to the cold. Yesterday was a beautiful sunny day so Rudi and I took our chances. I was going to walk all the way along the bottom of the fields by the brook, but if you carry on along there you end up at a small lake and I had visions of Rudi doing a bad impression of an Ice Road Trucker on the surface, and us both dying as a result of the rescue. So, instead I swung left up the hill towards the big tree and when we got to the crest, this is the sight we were greeted with.
No jokes about Cruellas please, these ladies were lovely.
Their youngest dalmatian had been recently rescued, with a broken tail, from an evil puppy farm. Ahhh.