Hippy Days Hotel Seaside Asides Summer 1970

“Have you a holiday job available please?”

“Sorry sir we have no staff shortages (You’re another one of them long-haired lazy bastards and I wouldn’t employ if you paid me.)

“Well thanks anyway (I knew that was coming slime-ball.) Do you know of any hotel vacancies nearby?”

“I’m sorry sir, I don’t know of any.” (Plenty of room in the sewage system)

“Oh well, never mind.” (Lying sod, you can stuff your pseudo smile Right up your arse)

“It is rather late in the season sir, you would be better off in a city.” (A place where you can smoke your pot and go to orgies without bothering me)

“Once again, many thanks” (For nothing)

“My pleasure sir.” (Get lost).

A Visit to Ruth Summer 2019

Inside the kitchen of Ruth’s house she shares with her partner Martyn high upon a Welsh hill, summer 2019. Tragically Ruth died of cancer 24th August 2020

Forever my lovely niece

So generous and kind

The perpetual smile

With poetry at her side

She walked romantically

Towards beauty and truth

A harvester of fine words

Gathered together so gaily

Expertly enfolded in love

As in Lord Byron’s night

Best of dark and bright

Posting profound pictures

For purveyors of meaning

And to all seekers of soul

Her legacy illumined in light