
Saturday 31st August
Off to Spain for lunch
A fleeting affair
New timezone, new language
Aromas in the air
The architecture rises
Ancient and new
A dance of old stones
In a sky quite blue
Good food awaits
Rich flavours abound
With cold beers in hand
The world spins round
In the warmth of the day
We lose track of time
As the sun dips low
Church bells do chime
Off to Spain for the day
A brief escape
Where life's simple pleasures
Easily take their shape
Love you so much
Precious sons
Beloved Mum
xxxxx



































































































































































































