Newgale - Meanderings typemachine & Baguettes
Down to Newgale beach this afternoon. Looking out to sea. With several days of wind and rain now thankfully in our rear view mirror. It's good to sit on the kitchen step, listening to the gentle sound of the waves crashing against this most Welsh shore. With the calming view came the urge to do some typing on the old poetry generator. I picked out one of my poems from my "Stream of Consciousness" poetry collection. There's roughly about 650 poems in this collection; below is number 251. Written in France, back in 2024, whilst heading our slow zig zag way towards the Dordogne and beyond. The whole journey seemed fuelled entirely by Baguettes, Camembert, Boursin and grape juice. I practically ate my own body weight in Baguettes over the next two months! Back in the UK I'm allergic to bread. Someone, somewhere has an explanation for this.
