Devon is a beautiful part of the country. I am fortunate in that I am able to visit it regularly and have friends who take every opportunity to show me its best bits, of which there are many.
A couple of years ago, I was taken to Branscombe on the ‘Jurassic Coast’. My friend loves her beer and we walked to Beer, so I simply had to write something, albeit brief, about our ‘there and back’ journey. Part of the route goes past the remains of wartime coastal bunkers and the angle of some of the trees amply demonstrates the permanent battle against the elements.
Salty shoreline scents,
Bright cerulean skies,
Paling with the passage of the day,
Succumbing to an autumn sunset.
Vivid green pastures,
Defensive as a wartime bunker,
Each a monument to struggle.
The peace of dusk:
Hand in hand,
Rooted deeply in the land.