{"id":1806,"date":"2015-09-03T19:28:01","date_gmt":"2015-09-03T19:28:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stuartmillerosborne.co.uk\/?p=1806"},"modified":"2015-09-27T12:24:48","modified_gmt":"2015-09-27T12:24:48","slug":"the-august-journal-of-peter-rae-pines","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2015\/09\/03\/the-august-journal-of-peter-rae-pines\/","title":{"rendered":"The August Journal of Peter Rae Pines"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It rained in the afternoon but the morning was clear although a stiffening breeze hinted that that the weather was about to change<\/p>\n<p>As we made our way along the short promenade a skinny man and a chunky girl began swimming in the heavy waves<\/p>\n<p>I feared for their safety<\/p>\n<p>Both wore black swimming outfits<\/p>\n<p>Swimmers wearing black rarely drown<\/p>\n<p>Older visitors to the bay remained in their cars drinking tea and eating sandwiches<\/p>\n<p>I wanted to tell them that the town of Sandwich was less than fifteen miles distant<\/p>\n<p>But neglected to do so as not to ruin the surprise<\/p>\n<p>Deal after Deal<\/p>\n<p>We sat in front of the writers house and shared a Martini<\/p>\n<p>Shaken not stirred<\/p>\n<p>The ghost of a Hollywood actress swam in the sea in front of us and when she emerged she invited us to a party that was to be held in the house with the terracotta tiles<\/p>\n<p>A young girl played with a pink parasol on the foreshore and was being photographed by a poet we both knew well<\/p>\n<p>He called his series of photographs<\/p>\n<p>Nocturne in Grey and Pink<\/p>\n<p>After Whistler<\/p>\n<p>Later we took tea with a famous wartime leader whose booming voice alarmed the children who were taking tea with their parents<\/p>\n<p>And grandparents<\/p>\n<p>The purchase of cucumbers was suggested by the owner<\/p>\n<p>And readily accepted<\/p>\n<p>By each of us<\/p>\n<p>As they had been harvested locally<\/p>\n<p>With the greatest of care<\/p>\n<p>And pacified children<\/p>\n<p>With the surprising ease<\/p>\n<p>A lone boat sat at the top of the hill above the bay<\/p>\n<p>The coastline of France could be seen clearly from its bow<\/p>\n<p>But only when the weather was clear<\/p>\n<p>As it was today before the rains arrived<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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 [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1806"}],"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=1806"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1806\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1806"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1806"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1806"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}