Memories And Waves

Arriving at the shore the waves crashing onto the golden beach, drowning out the screech of the black-headed gulls, gliding effortlessly through the bright blue sky.

They’re on the look out for that thrown away morsel of food or the tourist with the Kiss Me Quick hat to dive bomb and take a piece of the ice cream. They don’t need a shopping list, or cash, it’s free. What a carefree life.

Memories.

The smell of candy floss and compressed air from the fun fair, reminding me of times when I wasn’t frightened to have a go on any ride. But now I’ll just stick to the Hook A Duck pond, everyone’s a winner!

Shell Fish for sale, a tub of cockles’, maybe prawns, what choices.

What Memories

The gift shop with the table lamp lighthouse and the spoon with the badge of the seaside resort stuck to the handle, some people collect them, sad.

But, what memories.

Night draws in the colourful illuminations fire up, Bingo Signs I had not noticed before beckon you in to play, full card or any line! You choose your prize.

Time for bed.

Oh what memories