Sheringham

A west wind turned the blackness into blue as down the streets umbrellas packed away bright sunshine washed the pavements and the cue for all to step out and enjoy the day. Old ladies picked their way down to the shore the children squealed as cold waves slapped their knees a dog licked spilt ice cream from off the floor Kittiwake held station in the breeze. We stood in the North sea, just feet apart the stresses of the year now losing grip holding hands like some childhood sweethearts but with a walking stick in case she'd slip To sum up, for a cure to all your woes you cannot beat some sand between your toes.