We watched movies in cornfields And painted watercolours in busy cities Inspired by the enchanting light These were our quiet days of summer   Copies of this short poem have been attached to walls in Bath,Dover and Clichy    

It rained in the afternoon but the morning was clear although a stiffening breeze hinted that that the weather was about to change As we made our way along the short promenade a skinny man and a chunky girl began swimming in the heavy waves I feared for their safety Both wore black swimming outfits […]

As I was passing the boat-slip I noticed that filming was taken place once more The boat-slip was quite often used as a location when films were being made The wet cobblestones were reflecting the many arc lights that were being used Two women were singing to each other near to the water’s edge And […]

Only Association Keeps Me Here Yesterday I bathed in the sea The waters were warm The sea is often like this in late August As I dried myself on the beach I considered the construction of a sea wall So that the benign temperatures could be captured   A Whitewashed Wall On the wall of […]

My Italian grandmother warned me during my early years of certain fruits that could be found in most common kitchens She also taught me of the disastrous consequences should these fruits be mixed to make a White Cocktail When she died in her ninety-eighth year Feeling a little tired and rather queer She handed me […]

It is known that during her short lifetime Marjory Fleming did not travel more than a dozen miles from her home in Kirkcaldy However she was often seen on the streets of Canterbury travelling rapidly in her imagination She disguised herself as a crow as not to gain attention    

  The Folkestone Mermaid Raised above these sands The mature mermaid Protects the beach below She counts the tides And the passing ships Which transport Her transparent shells To the colonies   Heavens Harbour Arm We eat in shiny restaurants close to the sunny sands and stroll along heavens harbour towards our distant lands   […]

There are no Elisabeth Frink sculptures on public display on the Ile de Re They are all privately owned The only Brancusi on the island is buried under a sand dune its whereabouts unknown The Flesh of the Buchanan is on show but is largely ignored by tourists as they make their way to the […]

Vivianne Vesper was sitting on a beach on the Ile de Re She was watching her friends running in and out of the wagon wag waves The tide was retreating as it always did in the afternoon Vivianne Vesper decided to chase her friends along the beach But they ran into the shallows She followed […]

  Was previously the mayor of Berwick on Tweed Who thought his town had gone to seed I disagreed with him as I considered Berwick to be a splendid place His name was Price-Pettifer and he lived on the beach Where he fished most days with his wife Til–Teeech Their life was simple and very […]