Sully Island in August
12:03pm Thursday 22nd August 2013 in Letters
THE clouds crack like sea ice
A carpet of silver rolls across the channel
And a boat drifts past Sully Island
Now cut off by the fatal tide.
There’s a lone fisherman on the pebbled shore.
Being here is refreshing for my soul
Yet today only a few people stroll
Although it is turning into a most
Splendid mid-August afternoon
We drink tea in The Captain’s Wife
Tired, but content after cycling
Then walk on the cliffs high above
And as he sky turns increasingly blue
We pause for a while to admire the view.