I recall when this place had waters close by.
Not like it is now, with grasses so high.
We'd perch on the wall to watch tides come in,
eating fresh prawns with a fork and napkin.
The smell of the sea still filled the air,
at only aged eight there wasn't a care.
The place to go on a Sunday afternoon.
Ice-cream in hand and a bright balloon.
You'd even get chips at the frontside cafe -
much better to warm if the day was more grey.
I'd go with my grandmother who knew it of old.
When ships came to port with ladies so bold.
Umbrellas held high to cover their skin
smelling of perfumes from rose to jasmine.
Today it's still popular, though not for the boats
but to see the lines of its wonderful coast.
The hen harriers that frequent at times of the day
and other such birds give a wonderful display.