fORM steps from Barbera Hepworth: I bought a digital camera at the beginning of a week in St Ives and thereabouts, for some unfathomable reason I booked into a vegetarian B&B; I did not take a photograph of the imitation bacon, but wish I had, forever to remind me not to order the same again. Twenty two poems written as I wandered through galleries, gardens, along the beach and in the man made wonder that is Eden. Overwhelmed by the lull of the camera I left my wallet beside BH's Sculpture....the last gasp late night run back brought me to my knees (if not my senses) and then some.

© Christopher Sanderson 2020