Pete's Gaia

Gaia
Crop Circles
Silbury
Gate Post
The Chestnuts
Addington
The Downs
View Over Barbury
Sarsen Remains
Day House Lane
Caractacus Stone
Not What It Seems
North Of Garris
Gun Rith
Lanyon
Tinkinswood
Clach Stein
Grimes Graves
Andromeda Calling
Its A Fact
Theres Always The Sun
Middle Name
Yemmerawanyea
E.T.S.C.
The Avery Hill Postman
Vince Pickering
Erica
Excellency
6th September 1988
Watch This Space
Biro
Calligraphy
The Flying Standard
Female Of The Species
National Tree Week
Gregory Crescent
Dear Prime Minister
Most Glorious Majesty
Early Start
Scarlet
Equus
Butterfly
Milking Time
Chartwell
Bird Of Prey
Watch Me
Skoda Stroll
What To Be?
Chariot
The Sussex Coast
The Tarn
Golden Cloud
Sunrise
Do You...
Darling
Dear Joe,
Not the way we planned to go,
Over endless cups of tea
At ten past six and half past three,
Earlies and bates,
And Sundays too,
Never at night, though you did a few.

The cards we sorted from around the World,
The pictures we'd seen as time unfurled,
Places we'd been,
And things that we did.
You towed me home
When my brakes made me skid.

The bundles of letters,
The full bags that we took,
Your Triumph motor
That made a thief look.

The models you made,
The gnomes and the frogs,
Paddington Bear
And fishermen on logs.

We three meant to be
A team one day,
But you grew too old
And then went away.

Safe journey, good hunting,
Don't make a fuss,
Grab a good table,
And get in a cuppa For all of us.

To Joe Irvine,