Unlike the forecast it was sunny after all
We managed to keep out the wind with our warm hats and coats
And the dog looked as though he’d been washed with fabric conditioner, back combed and blow dried
I started thinking how clever it was that my brain could shut off from the roar of the sea
But then realised I could time my step to synchronise with the waves
And we left virgin footsteps in the furrowing sand
Marvelled at the way the beach was so random, covered in varying sizes of shell, ever smaller as you walked away from the sea, creating the sand that flew over the dunes
I found pieces of pottery, tiny and coloured, each one of which had a story to tell, but I knew not what, but I picked a few up that Pascale would have liked
And found a tartan shell that I thought looked like a kilt
And the grasses rustling in the wind made a magical sound
And we waded knee deep back through the floods to the bridge
And I kept wondering what story the pottery had to tell