We sat four a breast

Marvelling at the perfect size of ‘Brian’s’ bench

Immersed in the view

Making friends with the Robins

Serenading us

Wondering about Brian

When a chance encounter

Left it’s mark on this place

Brians friend coming to pass the day with him

Connected us to the community

Almost all dead now

But with fantastic stories to tell

Of war hero’s and footpath warriors

Afterwards we sit on the beach

The waterfall cascades energetically into the lapping sea

And I think of Michael Mann who wrote poetry to calm his head and boredom

As he evaded the Germans inside an occupied grave

Trenarren a piece of history