My parents live in a small seaside town on the island. It is always a pleasure to visit them.
This was a particularly memorable week. It was the first time I had discovered the Tennyson trail and the Tennyson monument. I think my writing had spurred me on to experience new firsts and to seize the day. I needed to fill my time in order to fill my diary.
May 23rd
There's a view from my parents window
That peers across the sea
You have to stand on a bed to see it though
As its very difficult to see
But the sight is well worth the contortions
Breaking waves and sailing yachts
A postcard of mini proportions
And its better than the one I've got
The sky, like no other blue I've seen
The seagulls territorial call
The wind whistling through trees serene
The clouds are cotton wool
The air, a classic summer sea breeze
With the still chill of spring
It stops and lingers around the trees
And gives birds aid to wing
Your mood is changed by your surroundings
You can falsely romanticise
When you return to familiar groundings
you can start to realise
I come into the spare room sometimes
When my thoughts are all askew
To hear the gently blown wind chimes
And to balance out my view
The phrase ‘no other blue’ was a nod to Craig Charles first book. His use of ‘his’ phrase was in reference to a girlfriend's eyes, as I remember. I found it very difficult to get this phrase out of my head and knew I wanted to use it. I hope my use of it delivers the same evocative feeling that I got when I first read it.
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