{"id":13362,"date":"2023-03-15T09:06:12","date_gmt":"2023-03-15T09:06:12","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=13362"},"modified":"2023-03-15T09:30:48","modified_gmt":"2023-03-15T09:30:48","slug":"summer-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2023\/03\/15\/summer-2\/","title":{"rendered":"Summer"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Would you share a memory with me <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">What would you like <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">A summer memory <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I have many <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But here is one <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was sitting with my love <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">On a sharp shingle ridge <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We were in our beach chairs <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Both of us were reading <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I was as normal reading Joan Didion <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Which was for some reason <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Was my go to beach book on warm summer days <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Jane was reading a gentle wartime novel <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">She was heavy eyed as the breeze was relaxing <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">The sea which was a few feet below us was calm <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">But I detected that it was in a drunken state <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">We were floating like seabirds on the trade winds   <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I had last felt this pleasure many years ago <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">When visiting Formentera with my blind parents <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Would you share a memory with me What would you like A summer memory I have many But here is one I was sitting with my love On a sharp shingle ridge We were in our beach chairs Both of us were reading I was as normal reading Joan Didion Which was for some reason [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13362","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13362","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13362"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13362\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13370,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13362\/revisions\/13370"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13362"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13362"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13362"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}