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The twins are the symbol of Gemini, suggesting the duality of the Gemini character.

People born under this sign are very versatile and adaptable. Gemini is an air sign, which indicates compromise.

Geminis are attracted to Virgos, Librans and Sagittarians.

Famous Geminis include Sir Arthur Conan Doyle , Marilyn Monroe and Ann Frank.
Spurn Point Rendezvous

 The smell from the septic tank contrasted with the aroma of the roses held in my hand. Cold, damp air was suddenly polluted by its wretchedness as I walked nearer to our rendezvous. Its sticky surfactant gas permeated my pores until I reached the muddy banks of the foreshore. It was Sunday and I was two days early. You would have been fifty-seven years old on Tuesday, but I chose Sunday. Dawn on a day of peace, tranquillity and rain; we loved the rain.

The slippery slopes barred the usual route and so I took another while my ears tuned into the sea, listening to its sound, feeling the wind, praying that the waves were alive and full of energy, hoping for a high tide. You were alive once, just like the waves and in them you lived again as I felt the strength of your arms around me.

Legs paced quietly, assuredly, as they reached the soft rubbery surface of the beach and I paused at an abandoned black leather trainer lying on its side. Beside it was an upright metal pole sticking out of a lump of concrete as if it were a marker for some forgotten tragedy. I reflected on the possible circumstances of the child that had lost it and then I passed another as if it confirmed my fearful thinking. The bouquet of roses tugged at my grip as the wind tried to steal them away to another soul in another place, but my hold on them, and you, was too strong.

Head bowed I walked on looking for images amongst the broken defences and debris of war. Here we had once sat on moist salty rocks and ate cold chicken during a rest on a tour of the northern coast - a psychic and her guardian. “This is a magical place.” You said, but I had already sensed it. “Our       
magical place for the eternity” I replied. Now it is a meeting place where spiritual and earthly love exchange gifts: roses for you and comfort for me.

 A rusty manhole frame, half buried by sand, pointed the way to the centre of the Earth. It was a long way from the Vale of Evesham where I once pictured machinery below the surface, spinning the World on its axis. It seemed fitting that it turned up here; had to be an entrance somewhere. I had no doubt that all Mankind’s knowledge was archived there as well. However, it was closed for the day and I had an appointment to keep. I felt the “Crump” of giant waves crashing on the dark stone of a drunken pillbox, hastily calling me and I snapped out of my reverie.

 I stood on a large rock and the surf rushed excitedly through and round the crevices created by nature on the strength of Man. “I am here.” I whispered and tossed the flowers out to sea. The wind rose, I felt your warmth, I saw your smile.
Pauline Cordrey 1947 - 2002
© Bill Gooch
Camas Torsa (Bay of Thor’s River).
Loch Sunart, Scotland.
A beautiful part of the Highlands that Pauline loved and where we scattered her ashes.