Kettle's Yard: sea-shells, lemons and pebbles.
Words that Kettle’s Yard summons in my mind:
..light (always light, and because we’re in East Anglia, always warm light), texture, balance, slowness, boldness, intent, consideration, weight and weightlessness, material, form, harmony, restraint, reflection, refraction and poise.
Dungeness: where the wild sea kale grows.
We stopped in Rye for sandwiches and to catch the bus that would take us to our destination.
“Watch the tides” a local cautioned us.
“Out there they can drag you all the way around.”