“Quintessentially British my dear!”

Contentedness is…
a day off
and a rather nice
Afternoon Tea on the lawn.

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The Esplanade

Lights

Shine out

As music plays

Along this seasonal esplanade.

SUMMERTIME

The place to be

A stroll on the beach is accompanied incongruously by pounding europop and the gentle swishing sounds of the sea. Funny how the different sounds take precedence depending on the way you are facing. We leave behind the visiting funfair and walk into the rapidly cooling evening air. The beach is populated with small groups of evening fishermen and families taking their dogs for a last walk like us. Luckily Rosy doesn’t spot the tempting mackerel which sits, trophy-like, beside the first angler that we pass. We laugh and agree that it wouldn’t have been around to admire for very long – hungry spaniels are not fussy what food they snaffle!
We come back to a supper of cheese and biscuits and some bottles of beer; I feel relaxed and happy yet also a bit sad that my visitors leave tomorrow. I will miss them.

Six Word Saturday – Dripping

Carnival
rain
tears
streak
painted
faces

Six Word Saturday

Fleeting glimpse – buttercup meadow, barefoot bliss!

Eventide

Tourists stroll along the esplanade in the balmy evening half-light while on the beach a lone fisherman casts his line into a sea that barely moves. The calm waves gently wash the stony shallows free of their seasonal debris and then ebb back to the mass of the ocean with hypnotic grace. Soon there is no sign of the sandy battlements so carefully created just a few hours before.
We have our share of visitors to this Island; some vow to return when they have finished their life’s work – some, like a fish, get caught by its lure never to leave these shores.