
When in flight over Shoreham a hundred years ago two bridges you would see 'cross the river down below The Norfolk and the railway but no footbridge crossing yet for the town and all its people had that pleasure still to get
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Now where people park their cars on tarmac for some shopping once stood an open field where you'd oft see sheep a-hopping A shepherd's hut stood to the south close to its southern border fenced in with wooden latticework to keep the sheep in order On Tarmount Lane in Shoreham town the shepherd's field you'd see for many years with grazing for the sheep that wandered free
Six miles and thirteen thousand steps reversed, the loop's still fine as this quite pleasant circuit is something wholly mine Takes around two hours with a few stops in between to savour once again the views amongst the best I've seen For this is Sussex and my home we share a synergy taking full advantage of each other's company
And so it was with week of sun the holiday was true begun and this no brainer not to shun for it afforded hours of fun whether walking or a run many miles with evening done for cooling down and sunset come and no apology for pun afforded by the words now spun the rested and appeased become
Through a gap in the bushes I spied Shoreham town nestled there under the Downs twixt me and the sea safe there in the lea the bearer of treasure and crowns
These chalky trails on Sussex loam in these green hills above my home are quite the best so many times I will return as they are mine and with a joy I'll shout aloud this is my Sussex and I'm proud
From up here with this vista three sixty turn around I can see the hills I've walked upon on this fair Sussex ground Some are many miles away feint shadows in the mist but all of them both near and far my feet have trod and kissed For this kingdom is my Sussex with its flint and chalky sod all its hills and pastures touched by the hand of God So whenever opportunity gives me the power to roam I offer up a prayer of thanks that Sussex is my home
Our house in turmoil this weekend as boxes from the eaves were sorted through by offspring for memories that time leaves Precious things forgotten rekindled smiles and joy a purpose served, remembered by three girls and a boy
A horse wandered slow on the golden foreshore as the sun diamonds shone on the sea and high on the shingle the wolf wagged his tail with my two daughters and me Eastward we wandered this vista beside our fortune and privilege known a walk on the beach in winter sunshine here in Sussex this place that is home
Christmas Eve Friday is here at long last let the japes and the cheer now begin for this family together as it has now forever is bursting with laughter and grin For this is our happiness and nothing less cathartic and wondrous and free all six here as one for plenty of fun to share with this great family
Obi the Squidge is a dog of small stature but although his legs may be short he knows what is what and the good life he's got and he's fast enough not to be caught Obi the Squidge has a brain that is cunning so when he sees something he's not allowed he waits til time's right and then out of sight makes off with the prize feeling proud
It was long overdue so I gave it a spruce chucked out all the old magazines dusted the shelves and tidied things up got the cobwebs and grime in the seams Gave it a hoover, well the carpet at least sorted my pens and the books got a new cushion for my swivel desk chair swept out the crannies and nooks
The warmth of weekends cosy from winter blankets bodes well to the week So with high spirits Monday comes with gusto here cocooned I embrace And the warm embers envelope and protect me as the week proceeds
With its long reach this station clad with many journeys I have had Over the years to different places some with airs and some with graces Quiet, it exudes a charm which here has never done me harm
My room could use a tidy up as it's looking fairly grim indicative that more or less tis only room I'm in As it's here that I'm most comfortable most days throughout the year for my music and my writing and my games which bring me cheer But now it needs a tidy up some TLC from me too get rid of all the rubbish and yes, some space to free
Today I'm here and home alone 'Cos Harry Potter's not my thing at least not live performance with encouragement to sing 'Cos that's where all my family have gone today save me swanning off to London so I have the day quite free Yes, there will be music a no brainer there, and games and perhaps a little snooze as the forecast is for rain
In Regency Square where once stood the Pier Victorian splendour still evident here but time has moved on and the 360 high is now the feature high up in the sky Yet standing here now the future I hold is recalling the heyday ('cos yes, I'm that old) when the West Pier still stood as a visual feast besting the new one a mile to the east
The familiar just like a comfort blanket all uniquely mine Something I cling to to remind me that today everything is peace And I breathe easy with familiarity born of pure content
We've a bench out the front which will catch the last rays of the sun as it sets in the west and though the view we get there is not very good the warmth of the sun is the best So I'll sit there a while when the evenings draw in and, north-facing, the garden's in shade so pleased that we've kept our front garden bench as with foresight best plans are made
Yes I know that I've written many times here before of this place on the beach and I suspect there'll be more but I make no apologies for that fact here as this place is a haven and always brings cheer A beach full of shingle beside the blue sea a most English of channel and perfect for me Long days have I spent here in the summer sun and many more will I still until I am done
Widewater Lagoon right next to the sea on a day like today is the place to be There are people just walking whilst some cycle by and every so often a seagull I'll spy It's such a nice walk on my way to the beach so I'm massively grateful it's in easy reach as it means to this place I can come for a wander on days like today and not let them squander
In my room I have my stuff and it is lovely here because it's somewhere I can come and play at any time on any day sometimes a game or music here or writing poems to bring me cheer and my small dog young 'Obi' there will safely snooze and with me share this little room where I can come and be myself and have some fun
Lavender production here in full swing its fragrance filling the air as jars of pure loveliness wait to be filled on the table in front of me there Every seed saved, the purple and mauve cathartic this labour divine Some given away, some kept just for me as all of this lavender's mine