Wednesday 11th September

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And so there you are

Holding out your hand

Calling softly in the mist

Leaving footprints in the sand

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It’s you, my precious son

Reaching across the ocean

Your voice carried over waves

Filling me with emotion

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Remembering you with love

My Angel in heaven above

xxxxxx

Damp and misty

Steely grey skies

Certainly not as many enjoying the beach today

Warm clothes being worn now…… No more bikinis and boardies 😊

Grey skies over the harbour

All the self-drive boats have been taken out of the water until next spring

The famous green door, on Virgin Street