Saturday 11th April 

Chilled beach bar vibes
Parasols and comfy chairs
Lounging for a few hours 
Gone are all the cares 

There's no rush to be 
There's no need to strive 
Just breathing deeply 
And feeling quite alive 

The warm, salty breeze 
Touches with soft embrace 
As time slows gently 
Its hurried, anxious pace 

Ilha de Tavira 

Love you so much 
Precious sons 
Beloved Mum 
xxxxx