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Early the following day as I sat by my window looking out on a cold, grey April morning, I saw a group of hardy swimmers taking to the water.
“I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought...”
What wealth the show to me had brought...”
The sea must’ve
been very cold because when they came out of the water their bodies glowed bright
red from the cold. They walked quickly up the
pebbled beach towards a beach hut where they had left their clothes and towels. Instantly I was transported back to sunny, childhood days when friends would
make afternoon tea on a primus stove which they kept in their beach hut (along
with teapot and crockery).
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude...
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude...
Not so much a couch as a sewing table........ When I returned home I didn’t think much more about it and got
back to a sewing project I was working on.
But something was pulling me. My sewing proceeded as expected but in my mind’s eye I kept returning to
Brighton. So one evening I let my mind sketch.
That same evening I transferred my sketch to
the Word program on my computer and created a draft pattern.
The next morning I still couldn’t concentrate and so I gave in to creation and two hours later, this
is the result:
"And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils."
Or in my case –
And
then my heart with pleasure fills,
As fabric captures childhood
thrills.
(Okay,
so I am not Wordsworth ..... but you get the point!)
















