Beauty surrounds Health abounds.

You will know if you have read a few of my posts... that we love the coastal town of Morecambe...

...up  here in the north west of England.

My first visit to this little bit of seaside was when I was 15,

and came over on the Heysham ferry with a load of Belfast school children.

I loved it!

The amusements...now mostly long gone....the swimming pool...now long, long gone...

...ah well.

I have great memories of the freedom of those days.

We have a neighbour, young and creative... who has taken on the task of researching and finding many of the people of those 1950's days.

The following is her latest art film, backed by the Arts Council, dedicated to many of the entertainers...

... and joy of joys....

...the swimmers...

... who entranced me and my friends with their syncronized swimming in the Olympic sized  pool to the music of the organist who appeared out of nowhere to entertain us!

......."Give me sunshine".......

A Poem for Thursday

the bolt

came out of a clear blue sky
one minute
drinking guinness
watching gulls slowly rising
from the river
as the tide returned.

cut grass and cylists
and a Ferry view.

then

somehow we knew
as she crossed to the window
wound down to take
the unexpected heat.

parked cars and parents
and the green of the playing field.

loss

this like the loss of the Angles.
no good screaming down
dream corridors
after a departing soul.

bacon, eggs and tomato
and the presentation's the thing.

now

a knowing look
and again
Castor and Pollux had all the answers.

Click you heels together
and Kansas is home.

This is my dear friend Dorothy working at the Oaks Cafe.

Sweet memories. 

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