October at the Atlantic
In case you missed it, there was a wonderful documentary on BBC2 on Saturday: Betjeman and Me: Rick Stein’s Story. Sir John Betjemen, the late poet laureate, stayed in Trebetherick throughout his life. As a child he took the train each summer from Waterloo to Padstow – the end of the line as it was then. He was buried at St. Enodoc Church. Much of his poetry was largely inspired by our area of Cornwall – this is from “Trebetherick”:
We used to picnic where the thrift
Grew deep and tufted to the edge;
We saw the yellow foam flakes drift
In trembling sponges on the ledge
Below us, till the wind would lift
Them up the cliff and o’er the hedge.
Sand in the sandwiches, wasps in the tea,
Sun on our bathing dresses heavy with the wet,
Squelch of the bladder-wrack waiting for the sea,
Fleas around the tamarisk, an early cigarette.
And here’s a visual update for you as October begins in Polzeath – building continues apace in the glorious autumn weather; and dog-walkers are relishing their new-found freedom.
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