Showers fell every so often, but Freya and her family, visiting from Ireland, had found Dusty. She wrote this poem with me. We had very interesting discussions about the colour of the sea at different times and under different skies. Then we talked about which tense to use for the poem. Freya’s family, and her little sister, sat in the Shepherd Poets’ Hut and supported her delightfully. Dusty is one lucky donkey, I think, to have such an admirer.
Here it is, bit easier to read: