I am quite proud of this picture of a very cold looking Tilly, looking a lot older than 4. Hengistbury Head is a beautiful, rugged, windswept place near Bournemouth, with some of the most expensive beach huts in the world don't you know....That beach knows me quite well. I've sat on rocks here as a teenager at night. Chucked flints at the ground and watched the sparks fly up. Brought girlfriends here. And now my children get to play with it too.
Sparking in the night
Chucking stones off rocks,
Flints on flints send shoals of sparks
Right into the sea
And in the darkness the warm wash
Of the weighty waves,
The vast sheer of the night sky
Buoy lights in the harbour.
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