When I first visited Guernsey I stayed with friends in their apartment overlooking Cobo Bay on the west coast of the island. The bay was my own Paradise Found and the Ulster ‘Troubles’ seemed a million miles away.
The beach at Cobo is beautiful and becomes more so at sunset.
Let’s start with a poem I wrote long ago about a west coast sunset.
SUNSET AT COBO
are said to be like this:
a bright corridor, whose infinity
of light spreads across water
in ripples of diminishing red
towards a richness of setting sun.
Barefoot among rock-pools,
I feel contentment here
on this west-facing shore, watching
my summer skim away
as, over waves,
a thrown stone dances.