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Dawlish

I wrote this poem a year ago before the line at Dawlish was battered by the storms yesterday that took away the train line and some of the platform with it. I think this is the best platform in the world; where else would you wait for your train on a platform that is half in the sea and half out and on stormy days watch the waves crash over the line ahead of you and sit of dream of the sea. Read More...

Sea Time

In honour of the New Year, the sea is giving us a show time. The waves are like houses and take down buildings, pavements, halt train lines and cast sand and sea weed over roads close enough to run awash.

There’s rain after rain and storm after storm. The rivers are full, the fields are full, the tides are high and winds blow day after day. The South West is staggering but still here, still loving the sea. Here is a poem I wrote for the waves which had reached 30 feet:
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