We strode along roller-coaster paths
our thoughts running ahead
through crowds of picnicking oyster-catchers.

We visited geological halls
built by the ages and dusted by lichen.
3000 miles of moat.

We clambered down to snapshot beaches,
gathering treasure shells,
bathing in contemplation.

We girded ourselves against the future
with the colours of another land.
This place is no flat earth

but if you reach the horizon,
you will fall off.