The Writings and Thoughts of Gittus Miserabilis

 Between Two Seas consists of twenty two, mostly short, poems written many years ago whilst I was still living in my beloved Cornwall. I say poems, but more truthfully they are more series of thoughts and observations gathered on my many excursions around the county with my dog. I make no pretensions of being a poet I am not, I am an observer, a people watcher, who records that which presents itself. Words have always meant a lot to me, I was taught to do crosswords at a very early age, which gave me an innate sense of word-play. More than that I discovered books, and the power of the written word to paint pictures in the mind of the reader. Walking for me at that time was very solitary exercise, that is apart from the dozy mutt referred to later. It was not only walking, I could also sit for hours on a rock just watching the sea, contemplating its many faces and moods. It quickly occurred to me that walking should be a solitary thing, that is if I wanted to sit, think and observe...

 Call me John. I have been thinking a lot about Pru lately, I was the only one who could get away with calling her Pru, she was really Prudence Tremayne. Those who called her Pru were very quickly taken down, as only she could, and never, ever, called her Pru again. We started at a secondary modern school on the same day, both of us late because we had been down with chicken pox, and became firm friends very quickly, probably because we already knew each other and realised that we were both in a place that neither of us wanted to be. That we were the bane of our teachers lives goes without saying. Like myself Pru had been borderline at the eleven plus, and missed out on the Grammar School by a whisker. We were clever kids, just not good at exams. We were both of the opinion that we were surrounded by losers, and that included most of the teachers. That we were quick learners, and quick to question if we thought something didn't sound right did not go down well with the teachers gen...