Salford, 3rd February 2018

Detritus floating en-masse down the ship canal

Readily aided by the boats and the water

Is floating aimlessly towards the basin gates

Full stop only happening upon hitting the booms where each stick gangs

Together forming a pretty pattern on the

Waters surface

Overjoyed geese, plunder the booty, piling

One large stick on top of another till a safe place for eggs has been built, whilst

Downstream, a boat with a foriegn name (and crane) is coming to pick up the leftovers




Stood for a moment in time

Totally still – you might call it “Frozen”

As the water flows around them

The the mighty rocks stand still

In the light of the morning sun

Could the passing aviators bring them to life ?  Hardly!



When you see it

Accumulating in the saucepan, sink, or bath

Take a thought to contemplate where it’s come from

Each drop of water, coming from the clouds above and

Running into lakes streams and rivers





Picture of Salford quays, during one of its sunsets

taken with my Sony Xperia phone

all is calm on the waters surface

the fish are sleeping soundly below

and the geese have headed for bed till breakfast

all is quiet, all is calm

what you’d call serene





Take a day, any day

And a place, any place

Now take a time, any time

and capture it

Freeze frame

in your memory

That was the day you ate that Sandwich at the quayside cafe

and saw brave souls in Frogsuits dive headlong in the eerie

deep waters of a Salford Canal Basin

They travelled so quickly

Foam rose in the waters

and Canoe based Marshals

Bobbed around in Man-made waves


Another Winters Morning


As the mercury begins its annual retreat

the angler keeps a watch

the winter water, dark and cold

as silvery sources flicker


Hot air turning to almost fog

as chair it rests on sawn up logs

and line it sits, still, with great aplomb

as angler watches for a flicker


The float bobs away

in the ice cold soup

slight winds make it bob and loop

but not yet beyond its line it stoops


Ripples in water – give something away

as down in the depths – something does play

so sat angler waits – and beef tea he does pour

whilst listening to sports news on Radio four


But then there’s some action – could that be a Pike ?

the float swings round wildly – It’s the chain off a bike

and bubbles arising ? – the laughter of the fish

who’ve stopping being put on the wall or a dish


View from another window



Faro, the algarve, Portugal

What I woke up to this morning.

call it the last breath of summer

pine trees swaying in the warm air.

christmas come early ? Perhaps