Last weekend I took a walk along the beach at Whitepark bay about 8 in the morning. In the hour I was there I probably met half a dozen people, some walking dogs and some alone.
I got wet lying on the sand to get this shot of my footprint – it reminds me of an event over 30 years ago when I heard a poem read for the very first time at a teenagers funeral. Whilst it’s a well known poem it was new to me at the time. The funeral was significant for lots of reasons – she was a cousin and it was my first experience of a young person dying. The “punchline” of the poem is “it was then when I carried you”.