Thursday 4th June
.
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