
Monday 11th June
.
Wish you were here
My Angel, my dear
I think you’re near
To fill me with cheer
Walking down the pier
The sea’s crystal clear
Don’t disappear
As your wings do veer
Through clouds you steer
No need for fear
Our love’s sincere
.
Love you sweetheart
Darling Angel son
xxxxxx



Sunny, calm and warm in the harbour

Not much surf on Porthmeor Beach

Blue sea, blue sky

The lighthouse on Smeaton’s Pier