The call to place, coast, Sidmouth. Cathy has asked us to create our posts on ‘the call to place’. Often, my call comes from places steeped in history, where the past is very much present, or in some liminal boundary with the here and now… But today, I shall post on a place that I used to go to from time to time, when I was visiting my parents.
I might have gone with them, or sometimes went off for an evening drive, to hear the sea. I remember once creating a ditty about another nearby seaside place with dramatic rock formations, best viewed at low tide:
“I can’t come to work today, because the tide’s out at Ladram Bay”
Anyway, this post concerns Sidmouth bay. I recall one particular early spring visit, 2nd of April. It was a beautiful sunny day, but still quite cool. We sat up above the beach where there were some gardens, and a rather nice cafe. There was almost nobody on the beach, due to the nip in the air, but one couple braved the cool air under their parasol, and I took a photograph, and later created a poem around this. Here we are:
On the Beach
Summer has come early
to one couple
On the beach
the long strand of shiny pebbles
glints in the April sun.
They alone sit braving the breeze,
perched under bright parasol,
shadows sharp behind them.
Incoming waves lace patterns
in the crescent bay
on the golden sand.
And summer has come early
to this couple
On the beach.
© Sue Judd 2011
Linked to Cathy’s blog Wanderessence here