Thanks for that, WSK! That's certainly brought the sun out - as without the office window then so in my pining heart!

Formby Point (he sighs!) - we used to have a caravan there until it was buried; current estimates of erosion are pretty severe, around 13 feet a year - you can see trees sticking out the sand, so quite a dynamic landscape. Before she left for Medjugorje, my girlfriend wrote this poem:


Bone-white hand clutching from
dry dune sand.

Kids, I said; Art, he said.
We pondered
which and in the age we
live where such
schemes are vague and on new
clothes we must
now gaze but - Sea, she said,

the woman
who told us of change and
caravans,
and other days, buried
days, happy
days, right here, beneath our
feet, which shift
now, awkward here, above,
for the thoughts
of what is lost, there, below.

(Formby Point, Sefton, July 2006)