Sunday 25th August

.

Holding your hand

Just felt so grand

Toes in warm sand

Bodies quite tanned

In waves we stand

Yet gone, unplanned

Off to dreamland

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Missing you poppet

Remembered with love

My darling Angel son

xxxxxx

Much cloudier today

Still warm for the beach goers

A young seagull on the lookout for an opportunistic ice cream or pasty

Outgoing tide in the harbour