HALF A MILE AWAY

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The coastal walk from Keyhaven to Lymington-on-Sea

Is something like an eight mile hike - you’ll earn your cup of tea!

We’ve noticed every time we’ve walked its length, Our Gert and me

The harbour’s always half a mile away.

 

This is a strange phenomenon you’d think cannot be true

But when you’ve done ten minutes then the harbour comes in view

You’d think this can’t be possible.  Believe me, right on cue

You spot the boats’ masts half a mile away.

 

Deceitful, flinty pathways chalk up miles upon your clock

The information boards and milestones now just seem to mock

It’s still four miles to Lymington, to where the ferries dock;

But the harbour’s only half a mile away!

 

And then begin meanderings, circuitous they swerve

Round abandoned salt pans, random bird hides and Reserve

The wants of Man, of flora, fauna equally they serve

Constructed from industrial decay.

 

But ever onward like Beau Geste through dust and heat you traipse

Seaward to the headlands and then back round brackish scrapes

Sometimes the masts concealed from view, sometimes through woodland gape

But never more than half a mile away.

 

Up and down the walkways, round the mudflats and the bays

Where godwits, redshanks, egrets, meadow browns enrich your days

And finally the lido where the youth of Hampshire plays;

You really are now half a mile away.

 

So then at last your walk is done – it’s Lymington-on-Sea

The run-a-round’s been worth it – there’s no nicer place to be

You now know that the harbor with its café-fronted quay

Is genuinely half a mile away.

◄ BREAST FEEDING IN PUBLIC

I NEVER MEANT TO..... ►

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John Coopey

Mon 13th Aug 2018 17:43

Thanks, MC. Those adjoining corners of Hampshire and Dorset are lovely parts of the country, aren’t they?

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M.C. Newberry

Mon 13th Aug 2018 17:02

Most enjoyable - bringing back memories of my own walks
over various parts of the UK - with the promised destination
seemingly around the very next corner. Thanks for the
jaunt, JC. I used to fish out of Lymington and remember
the seemingly endless river trip to the sea from the pub
where we would stop off for breakfast and a sort-out of gear on our arrival from London.

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John Coopey

Mon 13th Aug 2018 09:02

You’re welcome, Taylor. I enjoyed your company.

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Taylor Crowshaw

Mon 13th Aug 2018 08:26

Thanks enjoyed that journey..😄

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John Coopey

Sun 12th Aug 2018 23:54

It's not, Brian. Its the bloody ponds you have to keep walking round.

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Brian Maryon

Sun 12th Aug 2018 22:32

It's like the horizon John, or the end of the rainbow.

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