Another gorgeous night at Clancy's, and inspiration drenched the air. I wrote a poem while sitting down, waiting to read. Nickiy and I went up together, had dinner and some Rosily merlot.
I read four poems, and while the crowd was smaller than last time, there was again, some wonderful feedback.

On the way home I stopped at Leighton beach. Yes, it was 10pm, and cold but I had such a strong desire to touch the ocean. So I took my tights and boots off and Nickiy kicked off her shoes and we ran shrieking to the water's edge, Freo glittering away beautifully to our right.
The water was quite cold (surprise surprise) but there was a slim new moon trembling over the waves.