“Finally Lyme, in the last gasp of Summer”
[Catch-up time again – sorry!
This picture was actually drawn in October 2020, about a swim in around September or late August 2020 – in those few weeks of ‘slightly normal’ that we had last year.
The text below was published October 23rd 2020]
It must’ve been a year ago when I first said to Melanie I’d love to join her at Lyme Regis. I don’t think we’d ever met, but in the ripples that swimmers make, I somehow ‘knew’ her online. And Lyme is probably my nearest bit of South coast… not so close as Clevedon, but the thought of greeny-bluey see-through sea-water sang to me. It’s been… well you know the year it’s been. It’s been THAT year. This year. 2020 defies description. I fitted in a seriously broken wrist and the healing of it, and this year is still not much improved. But the sea is implacable, the sea is still there. And the harbour wall: that was built to last. That wall will be there for many more better years.
Sian is in the foreground here, Melanie and Margaret behind, not that you could recognize anyone in that binding, glorious sun.
“Finally Lyme in the Last Gasp of Summer”
Digital drawing by Nancy Farmer