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Having spent much of the day composing and e-mailing a draft complaints letter to the dilatory and devious conveyancing solicitors firm that handled our recent remortgage to our mortgage broker, I was in need of a trip to Mudeford to watch the sun go down. The administrative exercise had involved trawling through documents, letters, e-mails, and such notes as I had made of phone calls or the absence of them; then collating them in a logical order in intelligible prose. Our mortgage adviser couldn’t access my attachment, so I had to cut and paste it and send it as the text of another e-mail.
The elements did not disappoint.
Shortly before sunset, the orb was bright, but the clouds still retained their slate colours intermingled with streaks of blue.
A rather large anchor is embedded in concrete on the foreshore. This provided a frame for the scene,
as did trees
on moored boats
flew low over the water,
and gathered by the quayside.
Smoky hues spiralled around blue skies, and gold-tinged clouds,
gradually darkening as the sun descended.
All at once
an orange wash was
brushed over the skyscape.
As the sun sank the orange pigment
drizzled down the horizon,
and their dogs.
For our dinner this evening, with which I drank Mendoza Argentina malbec 2016, Jackie produce Thai fishcakes on a bed of ratatouille served with breaded prawns, perfect roast potatoes, and crisp cauliflower.