DEAR editor,
I pass the "work in progress" Pleasure Park
And Smugglers Cove to reach the promenade.
I adore Whitmore Bay in December
Observing the restless sea and waves
Crashing against Friars and Nells Point.
A couple hug each other and then stroll on
As the sun burns silver into the sea
And the magical ocean then calls me
So I wander on the famous golden shore
A miniature sand blizzard swirling at my feet.
It's the domain of dogs and their owners
But there's so much more space than on summer days
With seaweed strewn across and the Somerset hills
Blurred by dark winter shower clouds
And then the shy December sun breaks through
It's such a relief to view skies of blue
After endless gloomy days of grey.
I arrive at the water's edge
Admiring seagulls as they glide
As a tanker drifts across the channel
And I listen to the wind and the sea's roar
Before retreating to O'Shea's for a mug of tea
Knowing that this is a fine place to stay
Just watching the waves roll on Whitmore Bay.
Guy Fletcher
Pantmawr
Cardiff
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