For generations
children have dropped stones down the
shaft; a distant ‘plop’.
by Scooj
Tag: Cornwall
Lobster pots
Newquay harbour wall
where untidy heaps of pots
are left out to dry.
by Scooj
Bicycle
Idyllic cottage
where I learned to ride a bike
never forgotten.
by Scooj
Cornish skies
Cornish skies, deep blue.
Ocean reflected, absorbed;
waves of clouds breaking.
by Scooj
Body boarding
We four together
on a wave – mum, daughter, son.
dad; it’s a keeper!
by Scooj
Fishing
The happiest day
spending time together on
the rocks in the sun.
by Scooj
Memories of a café
The Penny Farthing
used to be here; tea and cakes
with my grandmother.
by Scooj
Queens’ flight
In their millions
reminiscent of ash spewed
from a volcano.
by Scooj
Fishing gone
Shops come and shops go
I’m sad it’s the tackle shop
where will I get bait?
Chapel Porth
Salt in my hair and
white salt ringlets on my skin;
Summer sea swimming.
by Scooj
Natural adventures 