On Maldon’s shore

‘Over-silted sand-filled wannabee footsteps shrouding the reeds in clouds of seaweed dust of mooring chain rust, bobbing buoys and clove-hitched up bleach blue bottles thrust out past waist deep as I stumbled passively in the shin-depths.’

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Journey in sunshine

‘Outside rented flatbread bakeries: no-one working; everybody smoking; rolling up those tarmac fumes.’