After the Seadog Festival, July, I put the Seadog poems away.
No doubt without my slashing pen and critical editing mind the Seadog has flourished. It is clear he knows our harbour so much better than I.
For example, when I’ve been looking at the gloriously reborn Pavilion building my eye was drawn to an iron post on the harbour wall that I’d never really even looked at closely, despite so many strolls past it. (And dogs, even Seadogs, I’m sure, do see far more uses for a post than I?)
It’s a beautiful post. And after taking some photo’s I walked home and took out the Seadogs poems again – the time now feeling right for a reshuffle, an update, another song …. ?