Daddyhole Cove, Torquay, Devon.
Blue Heaven on a rocky shore.
A balmy, early autumn day.
Morning sea-mist lingering.
A stones-throw east of Torquay Harbour,
Daddyhole Cove lounges in the still, warm rays
penetrating the thin cloud.
On a headland resembling a recumbent
Cretaceous Triceratops lies a tide-stranded rock-pool,
teeming with life.
Rocks and small islands, basking in the sun
become the vegetative remnants of a gorged,
Peace and tranquillity abound in this
sheltered corner of the Devon coastline.
A perfect antidote to the trials and tribulations of modern life.
Free, and always there.
Just the thought, acts like a symbolic
“stroke of the cat’s fur,” to our nervous system.