Durdle Door . .

Being on the beach makes me want to be a poet. I don’t think about anything deep or profound. I just think and thinking makes me want to be a poet.

We visited Durdle Door Beach on our way back from a trip to Bath, Bristol and Stonehenge. Between the high winds and the scenery, it took my breath away.

It was interesting to see what different people do on the beach. There were people singing any song they could think of (of course they were BYU students), some were skipping rocks, some walked down the beach with their socks off, others buried themselves in the pebbled sand, there was journal writing and I’m sure that were at least one or two idiots texting (such a chosen generation).

One day I’ll be a poet – beach or no beach.