i went away & got sodden. wet through to the skin, jeans stuck to my knees, listening to the rain & the river. i saw a rainbow, the first one in years. why can't i write, no words could tell you how beautiful i felt curled in a tent in the dark listening to the rain.
fairy paths & houses on stilts, when the sea comes up you hear it lap through the floor. almost empty campsites & cooking bacon in the morning to make myself hungry, a river thats burst it's banks & bats flying over my head. butterflies & old abandoned stone cottages.
& all it does is rain & rain & rain
& the next morning it's a bit nicer & we drive to the coast & i see a seal, bobbing it's head out the water & i want to go back & try to write something better.