A trip to Lyme Regis led me past Branscombe beach, where I stopped for a meditative stroll. You might remember the Napoli, a container ship, running aground at Branscombe in 2007. My poem of the time:
Branscombe Beach – where looters and polluters coincide
Branscombe Beach – where beamer bikes are washed up by the tide
Saved from the sea’s-spray
Shoved onto e-bay
Yes, BMW bikes were snaffled, as folk converged from far and wide, oxyacetylene torches at the ready, intent on plunder. Scuffles broke out as scavengers fought like seagulls over the booty. I ...
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