Chasing the Sunset

We’d been chasing the sunset over Bulbarrow Hill.

Minute by minute it was sinking fast.

Dropping down down down

Falling off the edge of Dorset.

Done. Gone.

But it’ll return.

Always comes back.

Bit of a thrill it was.

Skimmer

On Kimmeridge beach. At sunset. Just about to.

Skim.

Loads of lovely flat pebbles to bounce and glide

across the cool calm sea.

For miles and miles.

I’m a great skimmer.

No, really – i am.