Norfolk Coast Path

                                               Tuesday

                               Squalls from the south west;

                            Leaden skies, troubled puddles,

                                     Windswept daffodils.

                                      Dark rain in torrents

                              Freezes my right eye and cheek;

                                  Soaks through the map case.

Deepdale Marsh in driving rain at least keeps up our pace

Arriving at The Hero as if it were a race

To arrive before the party of thirteen OAPs

Who've booked ahead, all need the loo and swarm around like bees.

A kite over Holkam marsh

Dropping, waiting.

Four small birds

Too far off for recognition

Spin up, attack

Dive bomb

Until

Little by little

Driving across the marsh

Beyond the distant woods

They leave the sky

Deserted

Safe.

Brian Hick April 2012

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