Thursday 4th June

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Shiny, cobbled streets of old

Well trodden down the years

I know you walked along this way

As a sweet memory appears

Round and round the town you trod

In and out of book stores

Head down, minding your own

You really liked to be outdoors

.

And I miss you so

Dearest Angel son

xxxxx

The Digey, St Ives

Porthmeor Beach

Cold and breezy

Hardly anyone on the sand

Self drive boats have appeared in the harbour, ready for day trippers

Still very quiet