Beach Day

Somebody said “It’s going to be sunny!”

We went to bed excited at the prospect

Each swimming in expectations whisked up with childhood memories

By morning, (time off already booked at the last minute) we drew back the curtains to steel grey sheets of cloud

To a steady pitter patter on a tin roof

To the cast iron bite of a northerly wind

“Highest temperatures today could touch eight degrees centigrade” said the radio station news anchor

We made our sandwiches, packed the car and set off to the seaside

To join the gulls and cormorants squinting through drizzle


n.b. British Public Holiday weekend

n.n.b. It turned out to be a beautiful day

CLP 04/05/2019