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Redistributing the shingle

I should have been packing.
I'm off for two weeks now.
But instead I had an urge to go to the sea.

I move in seasons.
July is my lonely month.
August's role is less clear.
It's the time I carry pebbles from one end of the country to the other.
(I don't know why.)

So tonight I gathered ten stones from the shore at Shingle Street.
And on Saturday I'll abandon them in Aberystwyth.

Think of it as an exchange trip.
A redistribution project.
A human version of long-shore drift.
Something to occupy my mind.