Mrs Bard and I went for a walk along the beach this morning. If I were honest I’d probably describe the weather as being on the bracing side. We watched as a dog repeatedly launched himself into the sea while its humans walked in the soft sand and shouted encouragement. But it was the beach huts that caught my attention, their bright colours and different shapes reminded me of seaside trips of my youth: all sand and squash!
When I was young,
A long time ago,
Out of season to the seaside,
My family would go.
We borrowed a cottage,
Not far from the sea,
Complete with shrimp nets,
And thermos for tea!
Out to the sand,
With shovel and rake,
Much hasty digging,
Sandcastles to make!
Back in the beach hut,
A large plastic jug,
Full of warm squash,
And the odd crawling bug!
But most of my memories,
Have melted away,
Along with the ice-lollys,
You can’t get today!
So here’s to the seaside,
It’s not Benidorm,
It’s mostly quite damp,
And not very warm!
…but we love it all the same!
© Baldock Bard 2014
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