Alum Bay

Tucked away in the western corner of the Isle of Wight is the beautiful Alum Bay. This is an extraordinary bay due to its unique coloured sand. A multi coloured kaleidoscope, a layered paradise. Yet many come down to Alum Bay and they miss the point, they miss the sands. They throw stones and take the boat trip but miss the treasure. Isn't this like life?
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Deathbook

Deathbook!! Whatever next!! We've had Facebook and now Twitter - it won't be long before another comes along. But someone has suggested Deathbook. It started as a spoof - a system to send emails, tweets and pokes from beyond the grave.

The more you think about it, the more it has a point. Who is going to deal with all the virtual friends, the articles and the networks. What about money made at Bukisa and Triond that will still be coming in? Who is going to collect it all? Good questions - see you on Deathbook!!

Festival Song

Walking away from the Big Top at the Isle of Wight Festival brings so many mixed emotions. The amazing "Australian Pink Floyd Experience" had just completed a wonderful set, long into the warm evening. In my head were the searing guitars and yet my heart was wrenched by the beautiful "Wish you were here".

It brings a quiet sadness when reflecting on the deaths of brother and mother in the last few years. Times of high enjoyment, that soaring sense of wonder, seem to breed the silent cry "How I wish you were here"

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Arromanches

Standing on the sand provoked so many thoughts. Behind were candy shops and arcades, it looked like any other village by the sea. Along the beach were people playing, lovers walking and kites flying, it could have been any vast, wild expanse of sand. But ahead, like giant metal rocks sunken in the sand at low tide, were the remains of Mulberry Harbour. What an unnerving reminder of a sinister past.

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Summer Nights

We've had some lovely weather in London recently and there is more to come over this Bank Holiday weekend. Some of you from warmer climes will not appreciate that 21 degrees is HOT!!

In recognition of this, I have published the third in my "Four Seasons" series of poems and it's called (appropriately) Summer Nights. Have a read and give some feedback. 

Kate Smedley (from Derbyshire) says: "I am so with you on this, I sit up until it's dark at this time of year and still sleep with the curtains open, I love the light nights. Great poem!!!

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