Friday 10th April

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And off we go again

For our loop around the town

To the end of our road

Porthmeor Hill to walk down

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You came this way many times

Up and down, round and about

Across all the many beaches

Keeping you fit, there is no doubt

.

Thinking of you

Missing you

Remembering you

Love you forever

.

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

The start of our walk down Porthmeor Hill

Well of St. Ia, a fifth century saint, who arrived in St. Ives having crossed from the Irish Sea upon a leaf

The well provided water for the lower part of the town up until 1843

The cove and reef at a very low tide

The ‘Boilers’ are all that remain from the wreck of the SS Alba, which ran aground in 1938

Blue skies over the harbour

The Chapel on top of the Island

Thursday 9th April

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It’s quiet

Not many around

Hardly a sound

Nature’s spellbound

An empty playground

It’s quiet

.

Missing you sweetie

Darling Angel son

xxxxx

Walking down Porthmeor Hill

To an empty beach

No one along the Wharf

The Arches

Reflections

Wednesday 8th April

.

It’s been five long years

Since that painful, sombre day

When your physical body

Your last resting place, lay

.

Missing you so much

Precious Angel son

No longer feel your touch

Now forever young

.

xxxxx

From five years ago

He Man’s sword went with you

A sunny morning

Very low tides at Porthmeor Beach

Deep blue seas

Wet ripples on the sand

The Island

Tuesday 7th April

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Our souls will never

Leave one another

We’re here together

Love you forever

.

Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

Kitty’s Corner this morning

An empty harbour

Smeaton’s Pier

William Wordsworth, 250 years old today

Monday 6th April

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Going through paperwork

Bills, letters, statements

So many out of date

Long forgotten payments

.

It’s good to de-clutter

Clearing out old bits

Filling up a bin bag

Then I called it quits

.

Amongst all this sorting

Collected through the years

Postcards, photographs

Many smiles and tears

.

Thinking of you sweetie

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

My great grandmother

My grandmother

My grandmother

My mother

My mother

Me

Me

Sunday 5th April

.

Springtime blossom

About to bloom

New life flourishes

A delicate pink costume

.

Missing you poppet

As I always do

Sending much love

To heaven, to you

.

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

RFA Tidespring

Leaving the bay this morning

Seen from the upstairs window

Off to patrol the seas and refuel other craft

Pink blossom

Flowers beginning to show

Porthmeor Beach, West End

Looking towards the Island

Saturday 4th April

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So very bright

Clear blue skies

A bitter wind

Seagulls rise

Trying hard

To sit outside

Enjoy the air

No compromise

Should be warmer

Tomorrow’s highs

So much better

Weatherman cries

.

Love you sweetheart

Treasured Angel son

xxxxx

Royal Fleet Auxiliary Tidespring

Anchored in the bay

After shadowing Russian warships in the Channel

Friday 3rd April

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Amid the topsy turvy chaos

It is really hard to find

A peaceful, mellow moment

To calm the unsettled mind

.

And here I am, next to you

A sanctuary of silence

A place for quiet reflection

Keeping all in balance

.

Standing beneath the branches

Of a tree yet to sprout leaves

I listen to all the birdsong

A smile that my heart believes

.

Love you sweetheart

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Thursday 2nd April

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A quick visit to the shop

Eggs and milk, potatoes too

All very polite and orderly

Keeping one’s distance in the queue

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Stopping by to see you as well

To check and spruce up your flowers

A little chat and quiet reflection

Wishing we had magical powers

.

For a moment you’d be right there

I’d hold your hand and hug you

I would never, ever let you go

I really wish that could be true

.

Thinking of you

Beloved Angel son

xxxxx

Driving off to the shops… looking down on the town

The Island

Man’s Head

Wednesday 1st April

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Our daily walk

In bright sunshine

Lifts the spirits

Fresh air sublime

.

Wish you were here

With us too

Walking and sharing

In all we do

.

Precious Angel son

xxxxx

Out on our daily walk

Down the hill to Porthmeor Beach

Beautiful blue skies

A line of heavy cloud on the horizon

The harbour was very quiet

Very few people around

An empty Fore Street