If

If rocks could talk ... I'm sure they have long memories.

This cove lies just behind what was my parents' house, along a tiny path that runs along the sea wall. The tide here is somewhat short of full, the day late, the sun close to setting.

This is a place to hunt in rocks pools, take your dog for a swim, picnic, build fires, dive, swim, giggle, cry, lie in the sun, moon-gaze, dream, drift, write, read, kiss, have sex, drink, take drugs and really just generally grow up, live your life. These rocks have witnessed all of that and more.

I'm particularly grateful for the forty foot high wall that separates it from the house, that made life and love possible.