What is summer?
It is the devouring of ice-creams on the peer as seagulls swoop down and attack the hapless.
It is the sound of the ocean swell with sandcastles going with the tide.
It is the overturning of the caravan as the eldest has lost his roll of film.
It is long coastal walks, the sun burning tips of noses and sizzling sausages on the bbq also burning tongues that evening.
It is the panoramic views of the cliffs while on a holiday resort on the captivating coast down south.
It is the sneezing children from the pollenated plants where they explored the nearby field.
It is the lathering of suncream on the baby much to her loathing.
It is cherished family time together but summer like any season does draw its curtains.
Copyright © Clare Innard | Year Posted 2025
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