I saw a rainbow from the cliff tops today. A big, full arc of intense colour. One end was out at sea and the other dropped down in front of St Agnes Beacon, disappearing into the undergrowth. Why do we say there’ll be a pot of gold at the end? Surely it’s obvious the rainbow itself is the treasure?

Katie and I stood transfixed. “Like a child’s drawing”, she said.

The wind blew the rain away, and it was gone.

Stephie x



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