far sky

On a blisteringly hot summer’s day, working for a fortnight in Brighton, as a live-in carer, feeling utterly lonely, I try to enjoy something at least in my numbness, during my 2 hrs-break every day.

So here I am, in cafe, on the steep road down to the cliff top

seagull on the flat roof

overlooking the misty sea –

rush hour traffic up the cliff


on the steep stairs to the client’s house, I have to stop and catch my breath.

through the fence




I remain frazzled by my own foul mood, that only really lifts when I board the coach up north. Not my Brighton.



~ by Barbara S on September 5, 2016.

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