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Mundesley
(For Caroline) |
We used to walk down the old zig-zag path
To the beach there - loaded down
With wind-breaks and buckets and towels
And set up camp among the concrete blocks
Left over from the last war.
And on that beach, you and I
Would play for hours in the low-tide lagoon,
Pushing our shrimp-nets happily along
Or go off in search of pointed belemnites
That glistened when the tide came in.
And then, late in the afternoon,
After swims between the breakwaters,
We'd return bare-foot to the car -
Its metal still sizzling hot
And in the back seat, we'd half-sleep
As dad drove us back across Norfolk
Under the enormous, dazzling blue skies
Into the gloominess of home. |
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