{"id":4682,"date":"2020-10-13T15:11:29","date_gmt":"2020-10-13T14:11:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stuartpoetry.art\/?p=4682"},"modified":"2020-10-13T15:11:29","modified_gmt":"2020-10-13T14:11:29","slug":"the-shifting-sands-of-carbis-bay","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/2020\/10\/13\/the-shifting-sands-of-carbis-bay\/","title":{"rendered":"The Shifting Sands of Carbis Bay"},"content":{"rendered":"<div>My wife was sitting by the window writing The Shifting Sands of Carbis Bay<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>It was her sixth book of verse in just three years<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Caron was wearing a white blouse blue jeans and a pair of navy sneakers<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>During the warmer months she would often compose naked<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>But today was cooler with a harsh westerly breeze eclipsing the warm sun<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The weather in this part of Cornwall has not really changed for over a week which is a little unusual<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Last year in March we visited Japan to witness the Hanami season<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>The beauty of the cherry blossom assaulted our senses<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>But all beauty is transient and by the time we left Japan it was beginning to fade<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>We have cherry trees in our sloping garden but the force of the sea winds<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Removes the blossom with little mercy leaving the young trees without their music<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Our house which was built in the 1920s overlooks Carbis Bay<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>We have lived here since our marriage and it is likely that we will never move<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Although we travel widely as Caron&#8217;s work is quite celebrated<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I have always sat in the background which is my preferred geography<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>My wife has often called me\u00a0<i>L&#8217; homme tranquille<\/i>\u00a0 which is I believe is true<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>As I drift through my hours with a certain gentleness and to those who do not know me<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I appear to live in the thin shadows of all the seasons never offering a full reflection<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Even on the brightest and warmest of summer days<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My wife was sitting by the window writing The Shifting Sands of Carbis Bay It was her sixth book of verse in just three years Caron was wearing a white blouse blue jeans and a pair of navy sneakers During the warmer months she would often compose naked But today was cooler with a harsh [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4682"}],"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=4682"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4682\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4682"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4682"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stuartmillerosborne.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4682"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}