8th August 2026, Warkworth, 6:30am
A beautiful morning for a run. When I got up to the Alnmouth cross it was just too beautiful to rush back again...
I’m meant to be on my way
But I was delayed
But I was delayed
You see the sun was just up
And the sea was shining
Curlews were calling from the sand
(And I haven’t heard them all summer)
House martins and swallows
Young and old
Swooped over my head
And linnets sang
The only sounds were nature
Wind, sea, birdsong.
I’m meant to be on my way
But I was delayed
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