Polly

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Putsborough Beach In Winter

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Three miles of sand stretch to Putsborough beach,
a winter walk winces tight tingling cheeks,
dogs run, dig and bark, wag-wriggling in glee,
the day is lightened, we’re sea-spray-spit free.
No need to take boots off to feel the sand
like summertime trickling where seaweed stands,
today, the bite of sea breeze finds faces,
we stomp and shiver, Boxing Day races,
shared strides, waves and wishes, just for the day
watch kids, kites ‘n surfboarders’ plashing play.
The rain stings and bounces off high sea walls,
yet, warm, scarved and gloved, no one minds at all.
We’ll come back one day and tread tall again
in Mortehoe parish, a cool winter gem.

Polly Stretton Β© 2015

Acknowledgement to http://www.cntraveller.com

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27 thoughts on “Putsborough Beach In Winter

  1. “we’re sea spray spit free”—Phew, say that three times fast! Love it. πŸ™‚

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  2. Sounds just lovely, Polly–vivid enough to feel. k.

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    • Thank you, K – Happy New Year πŸ™‚

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    • I know I commented before, but this is lovely to revisit. It really gives a strong sense of that feeling of just giving yourself over to the weather–not allowing the breach to bother one–and loving it in fact–to be in the elements. A wonderful feeling that you allow the reader to share here. k.

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      • How lovely of you to revisit, k. Thanks for you comments, that sense of it not mattering was what I hoped people would get πŸ™‚

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  3. Love this. A beautiful piece of woven words. πŸ™‚

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  4. Wow, a tongue-twister for sure! Lovely Polly!

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  5. Love it! So vibrant and so alive, I can feel that bracing sea breeze! πŸ™‚

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  7. Invigorating. Happy New Year.

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  8. I really like this, I haven’t been, but want to after reading this. If the place is as delightful as the writing I am in for a treat.

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    • It’s a lovely part of the world, Gary, but for me winter is the best time to visit. Thank you for your comments, appreciated πŸ™‚ x

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  9. Splendid, Polly.

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  11. I’ve seen this poem before but like it much–so nice to think of visiting a cold beach! There is something so clean and fresh about that–and I love the way it permeates the clothes here (and the page!) k.

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