Good afternoon, folks.

I hope that you are keeping well and have had a wonderful weekend?

I hope that you will enjoy reading today’s poem as much as I have.

 

 

 

 

THE SEA

She lies very still in the scorching hot sun
Then slowly she covers the sand
In the steep jagged rock
She lies waiting in pools full of life
Soon the last piece of sand disappears
Life runs from the giant castle
As the walls melt slowly away like the wax of a lighted candle
Then she gets angry, the gulls are flying down to rest on her
She throws herself upon the rocks
And floods the house
The gulls give cries of fright and fly off to seek shelter
Then the sand reappears
Footprints have long been washed away
And I walk along the beach and I wonder.

Written by Helen’s son when he was aged 9.

Helen’s son is now 46 and these beautiful words are written on a wall in their garden. How wonderful.

I wish you a wonderful week and look forward to sharing tomorrow’s poem with you.

With Love,

Lauren X

Good day, folks!

I trust this finds you well?

The skies are a little more grey here in Exmouth today and I feel a little light-hearted poem will be just the thing to lift spirits and brighten the day! We have already enjoyed a poem written by Fran and Mac and whether you’re a cat lover or not, this one is sure to tickle you!

Happy reading.

 

 

Beau

Roly Poly Boly Beau, soft and black and fat;
That is my Beau, and well I know he is a handsome cat.
When walking close beside me if I’m carrying a cup,
I can’t turn left, I can’t turn right, or he will trip me up.

He has the biggest, softest tum and tiny patch of white
But in the dark he’s hid complete, except his eyes so bright.
His bib is white and in the night he looks so crisp and clean
And when he pose, with his white nose, you’d think him soft and lean.

Yet though he’s roly-poly too, don’t ever be deceived
For if a mouse strays in the house its body he’ll retrieve.
And when the mouse is eaten quite, and Beau is feeling full,
He’ll still find room for more food soon – he’s quite unstoppable.

He loves to prowl the garden’s edge defending it from harm
He gives a shout, and then keeps out, the stray cats from the farm.
He runs from path to gate to seek encroaching cats so strong
But with his hiss and yowl and growl, the strays don’t stay for long.

He is a fearsome cat to meet when walking up the lane
But when he purrs at me each night, his softness just remains,
For he is sweet and loving too, his purr a pure delight,
So, he and me, as friends would be, will cuddle half the night.

Written by Fran and Mac Bridger

 

Thank you for tuning in and I wish you a very happy, relaxed and healthy weekend!

With Love,

Lauren X

Ahoy there!

Happy Earth Day! A perfect sort of day to celebrate nature and the natural world and what could be more fitting than a gorgeous little poem?

Today’s poem was written by a child and was sent to me in picture form. It is absolutely beautiful and has clearly taken much time and thought. To be quite honest, I hadn’t considered that our poetry competition may be accessible to children which was, in hindsight, an oversight on my behalf. I am delighted to think that this may have helped parents in some way with their home schooling efforts and even more delighted to know that such young children take such a keen interest in nature, reading and writing. A really very good thing indeed.

On this note, I just thought I would mention The Devon Wildlife Trust; we work closely alongside this fantastic organisation, raising donations for them during our Guided Bird Watching Cruises in winter. The latest project which we helped to fund (over £900.00, thanks to our wonderful passengers!) was their Beaver Project on the River Otter and if you don’t yet know anything about this then I would urge you to head over to their website to take a look at their remarkable achievements. In addition to this,  they have some exciting projects underway at the moment – many of which are perfect for children to get involved with! Many of us are already aware that much of the natural world is thriving at this time and one of their main focuses at the moment is their Action for Insects project. Again, I would encourage you to head over to their website for more info – it’s really fascinating stuff and a great way to keep you busy!

Anyway, buzzing swiftly on, to today’s gorgeous poem. Enjoy!

F – F is for fabulous flower.
L – L is for lovely smell.
O – O is for oh so beautiful.
W – W is for we love flowers.
E – E is for edible flowers.
R – R is for roses.
S – S is for snowdrops.

Written by Elsie, aged 9

Thank you so much for your beautiful words, Elsie. Keep being creative and don’t ever stop loving flowers.

I hope that you have enjoyed reading along and have loved today’s poem as much as I have. I also hope that you may have something to take away from today’s post and a little something extra to keep you entertained at this time.

With love,

Lauren X

Good day to you, dear friends!

As ever, I do hope that you are keeping safe and well.

It is Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II 94th Birthday! The Queen requested no celebrations today – in light of the current situation with COVID-19, she felt it would be somewhat inappropriate. However, today marks the birth of someone rather special in my eyes – someone who represents bravery, commitment, dedication and hope to the British people and I feel these are personal attributes which we could all aspire to improve upon at this incredibly unsettling time.

So, whilst this is perhaps not an all-singing, all-dancing Happy Birthday song, I propose that it would be wholly appropriate to focus on bravery, commitment and hope, in particular – and we will throw in some humour for good measure – an invaluable component to one’s general well-being!

Be brave enough to weather the storm.

Be committed to continuing to adhere to advice.

Be ready to laugh and find good in all things.

And don’t lose hope.

 

Which leads me on to today’s poem. Now, I hope that I won’t be alone in finding this poem tummy-hurtingly (please excuse the lack of grammatical correctness) funny – it really is witty, frank and highly relatable to many, I am sure!

THE STIGMA TO SNORING 

The stigma of snoring is completely unfair
It’s merely a musical transference of air
An involuntary sigh, increasing in power
That’s waking you up on the hour, every hour.

For some it explodes like a furnace
A spluttering hiss from a spout
Well, whatever it is, please don’t worry
If you’re a snorer, the snore will come out.

Does your snore sound a bit like a baffle?
Or a hammering deep in your head?
If you wake with a start don’t be sorry
It’s better than finding you’re dead.

Does it start with a twitch or a shudder?
Does it flow from your ankles and feet?
Or a rumble-ing just like no other
Simply proving your sleep is complete?

Might it sound like musicians in swing?
Or an orchestra playing a tune?
If you’re commoner, crook, or a king,
We know none of us is immune.

Does it sound like a fast drummer drumming?
A tat-too-ing his tune with no break
A quick roll of your belly comes rumbling
Then a snort, and a shimmy, and shake.

Whilst a snore simply proves you are human
With a noise bursting forth from your lips
It’s a passage of rite for us all,
With a cough, and a wiggle of hips.

If you happen to hear someone snoring
These things I implore you be done,
Merely know that the snorer is happy;
Then tip-toeing leave them alone!

It’s nice to sleep peaceful and silent
And look like a fair English rose
But, what the heck, I know I’m a human,
Thank goodness I am one of Those!

Written by Fran and Mac Bridger

Thank you, Fran and Mac, for this wonderfully light-hearted reminder that we are all human. A brilliant addition to our portfolio – I love it. We all need to laugh at least once per day and however dreary your day may have been, I really hope that this may just crack a smile.

Until tomorrow…

With Love,

Lauren X

Dear readers,

I trust I find you well?

Firstly, thank you to all of our wonderful loyal customers who have been sending emails and messages of support and love over the past few weeks – it really does mean the world! There is no doubt that these are challenging times and like so many, we have had to dramatically change the way we work for the time being but one thing is for sure and that is that we will be here ready and waiting for business as usual as soon as we possibly can and quite simply cannot wait to welcome you back aboard! We are going to have the most fabulous time!

Today’s poem is below for you to read. My interpretation, is that it touches upon one’s connection with nature and the effect that nature can have on a person – through connection with it, nature and the natural world offer hope and happiness.

This is a rather beautifully written poem and I hope that you will enjoy.

Serenity

Shadow of water
Dancing waterfalls
Droplets sprinkling on my face
Awakening the serenity
Buried inside my soul
Merging with the flow of blood
Blowing life to dead spirits
Creating a storm under my skin
An inferno of calmness
Igniting the dying embers of hope
To revive my lost aspirations
It always isn’t the flames
Sometimes the pastel pearls
Pacify the storm
When the rain of bliss falls
Some droplets get trapped in oysters
Of chaos
Which give the vibrant pearls

Written by Eisha-tur-Raazia

I hope that our portfolio of beautiful poems will help you to feel connected in some way – less isolated perhaps? I also hope that for those who are fortunate enough to be able to leave their homes for daily exercise, you will take a moment to think about nature – notice something beautiful and realise how lucky you are to be immersed in it.

Take care all and stay safe.

With love to you and your loved ones,

Lauren X

Good afternoon, folks!

Well, I was sad indeed to hear the news yesterday evening, that the lockdown restrictions will be further extended for at least another 3 weeks. Of course, I fully support this – it would be far too risky to lift restrictions at this point and undo all of the great effort which we have so far committed, in our joint fight against the spread of COVID-19. I feel sad, but keep reminding myself that I am ‘safe’ at home and not ‘stuck’ at home.

Yesterday evening was of course Thursday evening – my new favourite evening of the week, when I can generally be found on my balcony clapping as loudly as I can whilst waving to my neighbours and trying my hardest not to burst into tears! I usually fail at this part and spend the remainder of the evening trying to pull myself back together again. I am so immensely proud of the NHS and all carers and key workers; as soon as 8pm strikes and the roar of clapping, cheering and whooping from all corners throughout Exmouth fills the air, it’s just so overwhelming and beautiful.

Last night was particularly special; I ended up combining my dog walk with the 8pm applause and much to my delight (not the hound’s, mind you!), one of my neighbours was playing the bagpipes out on their balcony. The sound was just glorious; everyone was so drawn to it whilst keeping their distance from their driveways, windows and balconies and it felt like a bit of a street party or carnival! I have never actually met my bagpipe-playing neighbour but huge thanks to you, you really made my day and no doubt that of so many other nearby people.

Onward to our next wonderful poem!

Today’s poem truly is wonderful and makes me think of the infinite benefits to be found from slowing down a little, stopping and admiring nature and connecting with it. Nature appears to be thriving – springing into life and this feeling is transferable to the human mind, body and soul – you just have to take a moment to immerse yourself in it.

The Touch Of Life

Like a stream of blue paint through green
The river meanders
I take soft, small steps of care
My mind already wanders
In the woods amongst the trees
I pick up my pace
As I locate the tree
Amongst the trees I race
Reaching out with my fingers
To connect with life
Life pulls me towards it with open arms
My thoughts arrive
I surround it
Like gently tying a bow
My heart and mind connect
And not just that, it follows my soul
This special lifeblood that only exists
From leaf to root and only to me
The tree that gives life will always be here
My mind shall listen and eyes shall see

Written by Cheryl Duerden 

I hope that you have enjoyed reading today’s poem as much as I have and I hope that next time you step out for your daily exercise, you take a moment to stop, look, see and truly appreciate something beautiful.

Love,

Lauren X

Good day, dear friends!

I hope you are happy and well.

The gleaming sunshine continues and there is a real sense that Spring is in the air, as gardens come to life and wildlife appears to thrive.

Today’s poem fits this theme just perfectly, as well as addressing current concerns and I hope that you will enjoy reading it.

 

 

Listen again

Let the virus inspire us to listen again.
For a rousing dawn chorus, high pitched trilling wren.

Nature abounds and we’re told to stay in.
But there’s no holding back for a tightly coiled Spring!

Step back in awe as it swiftly takes over.
And forgo Sunday’s customary drive in the Rover.

Written by Cath Eke

Stay safe and well, keep social distancing and don’t stop smiling. Those are the Captain’s orders!

With love,

Lauren X

Good afternoon dear readers,

And what a wonderful afternoon it is – it really is a GOOD afternoon! Chilly with that rather unfriendly north easterly wind mind you – well, it may feel unfriendly as I trot along the seafront for my daily jaunt but I mustn’t complain about this breeze for it brings bright sunshine and crystal clear waters with it, both of which are an utter delight to the mind and soul. A happy day indeed.

I hope you have all had a wonderful Easter weekend? Please accept my sincere apologies for the lack of poems over the weekend; I can explain…

I was rather unexpectedly drafted in to assist Cap’ain Jake with varnishing works aboard Pride of Exmouth which occupied 100% of my attention. There. That’s my excuse. Seriously though, for anyone who has ever done any varnishing work before, it truly is arduous work, isn’t it? In a rather blase fashion I took one look, hastily grabbed the paint brush and said ‘no problem’ but Jake was quick to point out that this task did in fact require time, precision and some skill. Eventually after some in-depth briefing and practical demonstrations (cue eye rolling, huffing and puffing), I was deemed fit to try it myself. I conscientiously took my time over it and was pretty pleased with the result – it looked glossy and lovely and I almost immediately considered myself a bit of a ‘pro’, as I admired my work and smiled smugly at Jake.

Of course, it’s not until you take a look the next morning, once it has all had a chance to dry, that you realise just how skilful you are.

Admittedly, I was only trusted to start off with the underside of the steps and the back edge which would be invisible once insitu. This was also only the second of four coats. Unbeknown to me, my work would then be assessed and sure enough, I was not asked to to the upper side of the steps or indeed the edge which would be visible.

So there we have it; my Easter weekend in an egg shell! Not terribly thrilling but some light ramblings to while away our time nevertheless!

Onward, to the real reason for my blog post. The following poem was submitted by Aimee Hall. We have since exchanged some very pleasant emails and I have learned that Aimee is new to the area and yet to explore many of the unique treasures which East Devon boasts.

I really love this poem; it captures an evening by the Exe just perfectly. It is simple and profound and I hope you enjoy it as much as I have.

At One with Nature

An evening meal by the river’s edge,
We’re alone but in good company.
The choir of low tide, that gentle birdsong,
Guided here by a moon from afar.

Black swans are gliding along their way,
A flash of egret’s white flies by me.
Avocets pose in stylish monochrome,
Sweet redshanks wading in the waters.

Gulls proclaim ownership of the skies,
As they hunt for some fish (maybe chips).
To share in their twilight is a true joy,
But this chippy dinner is all mine!

Written by Aimee Hall 

Featured image taken from on board one of our Guided Bird Watching Cruises by Ornithologist Derek Carter

Good afternoon, dear readers!

I hope you are keeping safe and well and have managed to enjoy the glorious sunshine from the safety of your gardens, balconies or during your daily exercise!

Welcome to my first (hopefully of many) blog post, on the theme of ‘a poem a day to keep social isolation at bay’. Following our hugely successful poetry writing competition, my idea is to utilise this platform to share each and every entry with you – one per day – well come on I can’t spoil you too much! After all, too much of a good thing is, well, rather wonderful actually in this case!

I hope that you will find joy and pleasure in reading the poem below – for me, reading this verse was uplifting. I found that it encouraged me to refocus; muse over nature and the thriving natural world and above all, think positive – for every episode of adversity in life, there is hope and there is always light. Sometimes you just have to look for it a little harder than others.

I stand and I look across the bay
On my daily walk
On another lockdown day

There is no sadness in the still of the sea
No fear or sorrow to be seen
As sammy the seal looks up at me

His friends lie basking in the sun
On the jetty they lie, one belly up
No noise from the boats to spoil their fun

And seagulls aplenty, they sing
No knowledge of the worlds fears
Just going about their day in a warm spring

A squirrel appears in the tree
Running a-mock on the branch
There’s no one about just him and me

And the sun shines down on my face
The smell of spring flowers and sea air
Fill my lungs, make my heart race

As I realise there is joy to be found
Even on your darkest days
If you just step out, look around

Nature has a healing power
Human Concerns don’t affect
The singing birds or budding flowers

From this we must learn to see
The damage with busy lives we lead
When happiness can be found if we just be….

To be thoughtful and to care
To listen to nature’s song
To watch and learn and share

Written by Annie Wallace

I wish you all a very happy, healthy and relaxed Good Friday and look forward to sharing tomorrow’s entry with you!

Lauren X

Poetry Writing Competition Winners!

I must say, I have been entirely overwhelmed by the number of entries for this ‘nature themed’ poetry writing competition. Choosing a ‘winner’ was extremely difficult; I truly mean it when I say that they were all brilliant.

Although the competition element has been fun, the main objective here has been to encourage creativity, appreciation of nature, focus on happy memories and in turn, it has been my hope that people may therefore feel connected, engaged and less socially isolated, at this extraordinarily strange and unsettling time for us all.

This is why we have whittled it down to 5 favourites and is also why we have decided to publish every single entry – 1 per day, so that you can all enjoy each and every one just as much as I have, over the coming weeks.

Thank you SO much to everyone who has taken part – reading your beautiful words has been the most wonderful treat – truly it has.

In no particular order, our favourite 5 are as follows…

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PRIDE OF EXMOUTH

Sailing on the low tide,
o’er the sand she does glide,
the sun, high in the sky,
birds in stereo, we hear their cry.

Carefully following the channel,
silently and steadily we travel.
As the sun’s reflection glistens,
our senses heightened, we sit and listen.

Cormorant to the left, shag to the right,
oystercatchers on the shoreline, more in flight.
Totally absorbed by mother nature at her best,
we look up to the tree tops and spy the heron’s nest.

The sun is sinking in the west,
the flocks of birds now take their rest,
her ray’s shorten and the water turns gold,
the air cools quickly, in fact it’s cold.

A flash of blue crosses our bow,
surely not a kingfisher, not now.
For day has turned to into night,
time to rest, not be in full flight.

As we retrace our journey, somewhat faster,
who is at the helm, oh it’s the master.
The Pride of Exmouth heads back to shore,
the light has faded we can birdwatch no more.

Written by: Nina Geraghty

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POEM / PROSE

Staying local, adjusting to new routines
Easter looming, missing family, grandchildren, teens.
Amazing tech to help with contacts,
Nature reasserting itself and getting in on the act.
Birds nesting and bringing forth the next generation
Birdsong as the sun rises – no noise, all is done.
Seas recovering from pollution
Dolphins, fish, seals, whales dance in the waves of nature’s solution.
Flowers raising their heads to the sun, wind and showers
New innovations for meals
Trying different hobbies, talents formerly unknown
Making masks instead of curtains
To help our valued and wonderful NHS staff
Looking after one another, community help
Pollution decreases enormously across the world
Silence can be heard!
We wait in hope for life to normalise again
With great sadness for some who are in pain.
We hope that the new normal will remain
And greed and selfishness diminish to allow
Our wonderful planet the chance it deserves to breathe now

Written by: Kate Kingham 

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I and my dear friend Jeannie
Set sail with a Stuart line

We both knew it was not going to be repeated
Jeannie was very ill

We saw a baby seal,
We saw new life,

I have the photos
A memory I was treated

Jeannie was brave and stoic
We all need to draw on her strength

Life will be different now
Stronger , slower, valued

On the other side
People will be Loved.

Xxx

Written by: Sue Griffin 

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SPRINGTIME

Spring is here, clocks have changed and nature wakes from its slumber,
but don’t think Spring’s the time of year that comes just before summer.
Springtime’s when things start to happen, wake up and emerge
and it can be the best escape from daily news and dirge.

Nature doesn’t always have to be big, bold and bright
It comes in every shape and size, terrestrial or in flight
It’s the things you take for granted, that you often miss,
like appreciating how colourful a starling really is

Perhaps a majestic bumblebee or your first butterfly,
a buzzard soaring through the air or a hedgehog stopping by!
There’s beauty right there in your garden … morning, noon and night,
you only need to sit down and soak up these delights.

So please don’t squander this great chance, this opportunity …
to understand that all around you, there is so much to see.
Whether you just seek it out or let it come to you,
soak up nature’s bounty, and you might enjoy it too!

Written by: Rick Carter 

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STUART LINE CRUISES NATURE POEM

We go on the Exmouth boat.
Oscar sings a happy note!
Along comes a Billy goat,
Swimming fast, with a float.

We sail on the Stuart Line Cruise,
People taking photos for the news,
Of the animals and their poos,
Because nature has no loos.

We love the Brixham Pirate day,
Dressed as pirate, ready to play.
We cannot find a parrot, so we use a Jay!
We go crab hunting in Brixham Bay.

All abroad the Stuart Line ship,
Off on the Teignmouth carnival trip,
The fireworks were such a pip!
The grey seal ate one chip.

Written by: Oscar, age 9 and Malachi, age 6.

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I hope that you have enjoyed these as much as I have and please watch this space for a poem a day, to keep the social isolation at bay!

With love,

Lauren xxxx