Daily Archives: August 22, 2019

I’ll pretend you’re near


Thursday 22nd August


Missing you sweetie

Wish you were here

If I close my eyes

I’ll pretend you’re near


Beloved Angel son


Carrick Roads this morning


Later on this evening at Porthmeor

Still warm, with the smell of barbecues wafting along the breeze

A few more waves to catch

Dusk over the harbour