Please forgive me for publishing something with such few words. I wrote it as part of a love letter. My Mistress like it so much she has insisted that I send it to you as well. ******************************** Across the long grass to the sea. Down the steep path, me in flip-flops (‘thongs’ actually coz we are in Australia). Across the shingle with its pieces of wood, bleached white and those little bits of indestructible blue cord that you find on every beach in the world. Behind an outcrop of sandy coloured rock, our secret cove. No-one but us would take the trouble to clamber this far over the unfriendly rocks…