aplacetoputthingswritings:

Car park rubble floor
worn well by feet and hoof.

To the narrow grey tarmac lane
that winds
weaves
inland from ocean blue.

Down shallow slope,
steps troupe
‘Neath leaved arches

Dark cool of the glen envelopes skin.
Arms bristle with the canopies forgiving shade.

Bellow in branch…

A poem I wrote about my trip to St nectans Glen in Cornwall.

"When you’re surrounded by people who share a passionate commitment around a common purpose, anything is possible."

— Howard Schultz (via thingsandschemes)

My little brother has only gone and get the his jewellery Web site online go check his bespoke work out! 

http://www.charlesnormanjewellery.com

My little brother has only gone and get the his jewellery Web site online go check his bespoke work out!

http://www.charlesnormanjewellery.com