All things must pass

For those who might be interested. Twelve years ago today I moved to West Cliff Green, Bournemouth. Since then I have kept up a daily report, first on Facebook and latterly on my website. Looking back it is fascinating to see how the years roll round winter following Autumn and spring following winter and summer again. It has been a privilege to share the Green with all sorts and conditions of Men and Women. The lucky and the unlucky, the strong and the weak. Those, like me, with a place to lay my head and those with none. We have, in a loose, jangly sort of way, been a little family whose members have come and gone along with the trees and the wild life. The West Cliff Green changes every day with the weather, the changing seasons, the people who come and go. But for all that it stays the same. And, in the end, my twelve years here has been but a moment. I have written plays, poems, stories, produced my podcasts and videos all while gazing at a tiny slice of sea and sky and trees from my window. And what I have written is that All things must pass and whatever we do is we can neither bring back the past nor stay for ever in the present. There is a big sky up there and a wide sea before us. Enjoy the journey.

Winter on the West Cliff