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