Spade in hand
Sand in toes
Smile on face
Where time goes?
Old white tent
Plastic shoes
Boiled Eggs; bread
Sea and sky, the only blues
Head of blonde
Heart of fun
Starting life
Just begun
Sandy towels
Flasks of tea
Arcade Pennies
All for me
Building castles
Living dreams
On the front
Dripped Ice-Creams
BEACH BUOY
truth, nostalgia, good times
ReplyDeletePerfect summer days.
ReplyDeleteit is odd.. the world has become smaller. we didn't live that far from Seaton Carew as children. Somehow then it felt miles away, when really we could have just walked there. Two buses? really? the No.7 into town then wait for the No.13 to Seaton Carew. The one time that I do remember walking there. It was down to Belle Vue, over the railway footbridge then still a huge hike to reach the village.
ReplyDeleteWalking directly from home would have been shorter. It was always a bit like flying to Amsterdam to reach the USA.