INN CADGWITH COVE... (My poem about the Cornish village, written following a visit in 2007...)

 Inn Cadgwith Cove…

Narrow lane squeezed vehicles 

Into crude passing places,

Steeply

Down to dog-leg bend, left

And the slipway

And Todden.

Dark lane squirmed route

Into silent unlit blackness,

Steeply

Down to hidden lights, left

And the Inn,

And modern…

Random spooky beached craft

Parked like family cars,

Bleakly

Outside well-established cottages,

Buffeted

And wind-torn.

Silhouetted shadowy resident apparitions

Slipped like returning ghosts,

Bleakly

Inside welcoming quaint Inn,

Weathered,

Life-worn…

Pete Ray

February 2007…

Cadgwith was still in World War 2 blackout mode and a torch was an evening walk’s essential. 

A boat was parked outside a dwelling. 

Birmingham this was not…