The Shingle Beach – Robert James Berry

I remember the shingle beach and the sand hills pocked with warrens and the way we scampered making mini-avalanches, summoning enough noise to forbid the sea from her crashing. Then Mother would call us in, towel us dry, and the surf would re-instate her thunder and the candles would gutter as we dreamed.

via The Shingle Beach — Robert James Berry

Reminds me of childhood..

Author: Jack Bennett

Born in Torbay, living in Bristol. One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

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