WAS it really six years ago

we strolled here for the first time?

Then October sand swirled in our faces

as if we were drifting on clouds.

Now it’s a sunny Wednesday in July,

we’re no longer masters of the beach,

it seems diamonds sparkle on Whitmore Bay,

memories of this time will always stay.

Oh, all the conversations we’ve had over the years

walking from Whitmore Bay to Cold Knap Point,

laughing on the rocks, watching the channel.

How terribly I shall miss these days

but much more later when she has gone

and coming here alone will lose its magic

for I will just have her ghost beside me

with tears dropping...as salty as the sea.

Guy Fletcher

Day-y-Graig

Pantmawr

Cardiff