In photographs you’d say

 In photographs you’d say 

In photographs you’d say, our days were spent together

round one table or another 

eating and drinking, beer, cerveza, orange juice and wine, pink or white 

and favourite tapas feature too, patatas bravas of course 

chiperones, garlic prawns, bounty from the sea

which rolled and crashing, broke in soothing rhythm 

ceaseless 

in all the colours of my new ring 

shades of turquoise, teal, in opals caught. 

Nine well-spent euros for a parasol

to make the high white,  bright sun bearable 

sea so salt we floated free, gossiping in a circle, no handbags 

wedding ring not lost 

blue fish flashing silver 

Marek snorkelling pursued by balloon, bobbing. 

To the lighthouse for our Japanese treat, mediated by Beverley 

who knows about such things, delicious 

strange cribbage board with pegs

and sun setting over our bay, in tangerine. 

After which a storm, spectacular, with lightning forked and sheet

plus subsequent downpour drenching the walkers. 

In photographs you’d say our days were spent together 

Costa Brava interlude, chatter and laughter, stunned by beauty 

and love, our friendship priceless beyond rubies 

celebrating. 

September 19th 2022, Llafranc and Hounoux, for beloved friends