Pearl Farming in Anglesey

Pearl Soap.  I haven’t seen it for years, but it was the best Llangefny Asda had to offer so it ended up in the shopping trolley for our weekend’s writing retreat on Anglesey.  It reminds me so much of home, of my mum, of clean white sheets and thick towels that have been tumble dried, of the caramel coloured wool carpet on the landing outside the bathroom, the shaft of light from the skylight, the motes of decades-old dust tumbling and spinning in the sun. 

The house is quiet this morning, the writers like molluscs cradling and growing their own pearls in the mantle of their minds.  The rush and pull of breakfast is now past, leaving in its wake a calm shore of scattered shells, the click-clack-click of crustaceans scuttling over the tideline in search of a sandy lee to tend their precious cargo.


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