Stepping into the Past

Sometimes on a walk we come across a reminder of times when this part of the country wasn’t quite such an idyllic peaceful place to be.


Observation Post

It looms ahead of us, a monster

of dark concrete, its square

empty eye sockets facing

our coastal path.


Now redundant, the look-out

stands, a chill reminder

of unhappier times. I step into its

darkness, only one, two steps

before a hasty retreat


to back away from

shadows of the past, into

the reassuring normality

of the present where there’s

fresh air, sunlight


where celandines line the path –

saffron beacons beckoning peaceful invaders.