A morning stroll on Whitmore Bay:

THE summer crowds have not gathered yet;

I observe the empty Pleasure Park

And Finnegans, the Big Wheel motionless.

Male pensioners drink tea and coffee

Outside Giovanni’s Café.

A couple of children construct sand castles

As I did once on this lovely bay,

It now seems a million miles away.

Dark clouds bruise the horizon

But a watery sun creates a silvery line

Spreading towards the Barry shore.

I enjoy the tranquillity and pass

An elderly couple chatting on a bench

On the green slopes of Friar’s Point.

I think of those here long before my time

Staring out on Whitmore Bay…so sublime.

Guy Fletcher