Here is a poem - well definitely not a poem, but a verse - I wrote it so many years ago it makes me dizzy to think about. We were visiting my brother - before he left for Oz - before he got married - before he had children. He was a student at the time, I think, and was living in a friend's house in Bath.
It was so long ago. One of the strange new things about getting old is that you have a longer and longer perspective - layers upon layer of memory. Its good. But strange.
The spider guard to Judy’s plum tree
Nearly caught me
However tables neatly turned
For Colin caught it in his hand
It was lifted, turned, and photographed
Exultantly our Colin laughed
“This photograph, it will be good.”
And sure enough, it got a first
At the Dhahran Expat’s Camera Club.
We must have that spider photo somewhere, in one of the many many boxes we bought back with us from our expat years.