Memory Walk for Dad

Godrevy Head, Cornwall, Autumn 25

One of your favourite places in the world.

The seals sing but its like theyre crying too. And I weep into the mist and rain and tell you I’m sorry for leaving.

I ask the jackdaw and the crow: did you meet my father here?

I felt restored by that giant black slimy slug. The slug of our youths in these dunes.

Crow wren jackdaw herring gull oyster catcher.

My jumper is the colours of the clearing sky as my arms reach up through the sleeves into the blue.

And at the end of my walk I litrally stumble across the Choughs I wanted to spot for you, wanted to tell you about. 5 Choughs. Bigger than expected their red bills digging into the rain-softened earth.

And the boardwalk. I am a child again with bucket and spade skipping into the sand with the blissful love of a happy home.