Wind-buffeted, we listen for quiet waves below the pier.
Filtered through a bank of low-lying granite cloud,
August sun is determined to shine on Southwold.
Day trippers brave the sea, build castles on the beach,
while in brightly coloured huts, flustered mothers hand
out soggy egg and cress sandwiches that crunch with sand.
In the pubs and fish and chip shops, vinegar tangs the air,
salty sea-dogs lose their sea-legs and spill their Ghost Ship beer.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
I took this photograph on Tuesday, when we went to Southwold for the day. An hour or so later the heavens opened and we had to shelter under some scaffolding to eat our ice cream!
For dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night with Grace