The little mountain of Black Combe watches over sea and land
and dreams of the pools left behind by the tide. We move on -
and in the distance see another sentinel on top of the sand dunesFrom the sea to dune
an everlasting supply of tide washed buoys to gather and to string up on the skyline by our mystery artist.Nature's art of tide and time is also gathering, perhaps to grow another shingle bankof the beach pebbles remnants from deep time.
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