Thursday 19th January 2023. Location: RAF Wainfleet.
I came upon the place by chance, I had been to see my diabetes nurse at Stickney, and was on my way, or so I thought, to Gibraltar Point.
I went straight across the A52 at the Barley Mow. I could see a lookout tower in the distance, which reminded me of another time of being lost on the fens.
I parked up, on the tarmac, the concrete blocks and wire fence prevented me going further. I had a sip of coffee, yes today I had brought a flask.
I started walking in a northerly direction, towards my original destination, after about 500 metres I began to hear the sound of geese, also a few small flocks were flying and landing.
I took a few photographs on my iPhone and two or three short videos, unfortunately I must have had my thumb over the lens some of the time, it was jolly cold.
I returned to the car and drove on to the car park and cafe at Gibraltar Point. The afternoon helped me to produce half a dozen poems. here is my favourite:
There was a moment
Back there
Stood on the grass verge
At the bombing range
A breeze
Whispered over my cheek
Carried on
To ruffle my hair
In that instant
All of the good times
In my life
Manifested in my mind
I was alone
Yet still I feel
That I could call it
A peak experience
