Forget that bit at the back of your shoulders
Sunhat, strappy top, shorts as short as you can dare
Bottle of water, money for an ice cream
Keys in your pocket, leave the multiple bags at home
Just got space for buckets and spades, a towel and go
Brisk steps wreathed in bright chatter and laughter
Not too many on the beach yet so stake your claim
Deckchairs, blankets, windbreaker, cool box - forgot the lot
Just one bag with bits and bobs
Two children to run after
And a healthy aversion to seaweed
Sun beats down, sun hats discarded
Complaints about sand in shoes
The bag gets further away as the tide slips out unnoticed
Little feet leaving little prints on a wobbly trail out to sea
Wet shorts and salty lips, sun blazing through the sky
Ice cream bribes pull them away from the water
A beach wall seat and drippy cone all peppered with grains of sand
Itchy toes and feet and ankles all crusty in need of watering
It's late now, time to go in, before the mad tourist rush
Early doors on the beach outside my flat
Kids showered and changed before ten
We live by the tides, no need for equipment to enjoy our seaside
Claire Buss is a multi-genre author and poet, completely addicted to cake. Find all her books on Amazon. Join the discussion in her Facebook group Buss's Book Stop.
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