My marvellous Kent Claret vine ... I bought it from Victoriana Nursery to keep my ever-faithful calendulas company. Friend Wendy recommends the grapes for grape jelly.

Happy harvesting … my Great Auntie Bee's watercolour of farming life as it used to be, painted in 1950.

The creative mind in action … Coppicing days, Pheasants Coppice, Bishopsbourne.

History …In the garden of Serre de la Madonne, Menton. Seems I wasn’t the only admirer.

Happy birthday! ... My 50th Birthday Party 9th September 2010 at Jenny's, also with Hilda, Becca, Vittorio, Robin and Yvonne and Bianca - Caprese Michelangelo, Toscana. A very special day.

Birthday girl ... Mrs G picking flowers on the morning of her 80th Birthday, a few seconds before she realised that I had arrived.

Take Roberto's latest poem with you on your next visit to the beach. You might carry these lines in your head, or perhaps you have them printed from the PDF attached.

But recite the lines aloud or silently as you admire the sea. You'll be pleased you did.



The Waves.
Provence.

Long before I was,
And way after me,
Continues, forever,
The sound of the sea.

Unceasing arrivals,
From African lands,
They sigh as they finish,
Their lives on these sands.

Now each wave that dies here,
has moulded the next,
As the blue-faced nomads,
On our life reflects.

For the first wave died here,
Has moulded the last,
As first mothers breathe now,
Though her lives are past.

Long before I was,
And way after me,
Continues, forever,
The sound of the sea.


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A PDF of Roberto's The Waves is here.

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