Just as we got onto the top of The Downs we saw this (writes Ian)
Moon tip-toeing out of the edge of the sea.
It was supposedly a ‘blue moon’. Only it was kind of pink.
We sat on that bench drinking tea, eating kitkats; watching as the descending dark turned this blue-pink moon into ascending white.
The moon would be shimmering in sea down at Babbacombe. Let’s go.
On the walk down, Haze torched jittery night moths into my clumsy camera.
Arriving on the more-or-less deserted foreshore: it was midnight.
A moonlit midnight! All sorts of wonderful things can happen then. Oh yes. They can (They did)
Minxy Mermaids cum out to play!
Video: Ian Nisbet
The steep walk back up through the dark woods was a stroll.
We were powered by moonbeams!
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