Crewkerne

Sunlight spilled across the cliffs today,

the kind that dances through your eyelashes and makes the wind feel like freedom.

We climbed from Seatown, boots crunching the leaf-dudted paths, up toward the golden crown of the coast. The sea roared below, wild and white.

Langdon Woods wrapped us in calm,

a hush of leaves whispering secrets

older than the path beneath our feet.

Laughter carried on the wind, that familiar Wildish warmth, a mix of mud, breath, and belonging.

Back at Seatown, hands curled round hot chocolate, we watched the waves throw themselves against the shore untamed, beautiful, just as we like it.

No swim today, but there’s a Wildish Sauna waiting later this month

a promise of sea salt and steam,

and that same wild heartbeat

calling us home.