The Inkwell#FFFC
People found it odd
the cyclist ambling down the paved road
on two feet
Smiling as she walked
on the wet paving stones
and occasionally – splashing in puddles
When asked why
she wasn’t riding through town
her answer was simple
her helmet was back at the velodrome
#beach #quiet #moment
Early morning
calm before the chaos
watching the sun pop its head
above the waterline
catching those precious
early morning rays
watching her shadow like a little girl
as she leaves footprints in the sand
#fffc #octpowrimo
Image c/o Google Hub Photos.
Walking down the beaten track
from sandy coast to apartment
passing the locals in their flats
i’m enjoying the sun on a warm summers day
carrying a bucket of trinkets
turfed up by the ocean
by the time i get back they’ll be dried off
and i’ll have something to do
while the sun heads beyond the horizon
#writephoto #vista
View from the top of this very big hill
is breathtaking (literally)
some say its a bit barmy climbing up all that way
to take a picture or admire the view – but
at the end of the day – its worth it (even better with a picnic)
#Octpowrimo #Seeing
Look down the path – and what do you see ?
cascade of colours moved by the autumn breeze
or cold bare branches, bending in the wind ?
I can see an opportunity
to be the first person through the leaves – before the snow 🙂
#writephoto #thejourney
Salford (via Rochdale and Oldham), 17th August 2019
a tale of a rambler , by inky for the writephoto challenge
He went a walk with an empty backpack and staff
off to get a loaf of bread
many hadn’t heard from him for days, some
even thought him dead
For his boot prints went on and on
for what others saw as miles
past footpath and valley , hill and dale
and spot of nature where he’d stay a while
enjoying the fine weather
the silence and peace
and wildlife around him
it was a release
Drawing a scene half way up a hill
taking in sunshine and cup o’ tea till
time came to face his fate
coming back home far too late
Salford 23rd September 2018
I remember the day i first bought them,
fresh out of the box and smelling like they’d just come out of the factory
They fitted my feet nicely, but i’d been told i needed to break them in
so over the next few days – i wore them in the house
as i got the feel of them i took them down the Trafford Road
getting them wet in a Greater Manchester rain storm
being well waxed – it didnt effect them for a while
time however is a fickle thing – and my shoes have lost their hardened exterior
My slippers look on in envy, as my feet feel comfy in the broken down softness
wont be long before a trip to the shoe shop – and a rendezvous with the recycle bin
An original piece of poetry by yours truly, It originally appeared on the Pages of Allpoetry.com but i’ve added a few lines and decided to share the new copy with the wordpressors – Hope you like it
His multi layered coat
is on his back
kinder scout area….
can expect an attack
He’s been planning this trek
out to the Peaks and his
movement theirin for about
eight weeks
His bag is packed,
his lunch – made up
thermos and map
and his favourite cup
Warm woollen socks
(to keep out the cold)
Thermal Fleece
(more precious than gold)
Wallet and Keys –
In a very safe place
and Binoculars –
to observe the wide space
Penknife to pull out occasional stones
Notepad to record thoughts, drawings and tones
Money in wallet for the Bus and his tea
and watch , so he’s back for his dinner early
Small First aid kit – in case of mishap
(he hopes wont happen – to this happy chap)
Doesn’t need a car, a boat or a bike
Just a strong pair of boots
He’s off on a Hike 
Got to admit, that first layer of frost on the ground
In-stills me with an air of trepidation
Not exactly fear, but as you make your way from here to there
Going across the icy surfaces
Expect a slip or slide or two – especially by the
Roadside pavements where Jack frost refuses to budge
Little steps carefully taken are what’s required here, or
You’ll slip up on that iced up path
Salford (Via Llandudno), 14th June 2017
Four sets of feet walking in line on the beach
As you follow the line of footprints
Patterns begin to emerge
as footprints snake from east to west
smaller feet seemingly running rings around the big ones
but as we reach the end of the walk
these little feet disappear
washed away by northern water ? – No!
on their way to Fish and Chips
a little one has had his pips
his battery – is a little whacked
so Grandad has given him a piggyback.
The Inkwell