where art collides

sand blows in my face as together on the towel, we huddle,

a solitary woman sits with a bucket and spade whilst her kids play at the edge of the waves

no sharks sneak up and snaffle

a child spouts ad hoc poetry:
armpit hair
underwear
people who don’t care
boys who won’t share

4 people sitting in a row on camping chairs facing outwards

a young mother struggles with her pushchair over the sand and shouts “Tylor James wait for me!”

windmills out at sea

windbreaks wrap around their people and red and yellow flags brace themselves in the breeze

a fairground in the background dips large, rolls along the coast, big wheel sliding off the pier

lifecrew

my hat blows off in the wind and I envisage equally windswept coasts opposite in Germany and Holland

plenty of photographic opportunities:

two red and blue kites flying in breeze
donkeys turning
towels flapping

a basketball bounces on the path behind

a man appears out of the water wearing long white swimming shorts and a white old fashioned vest contrasting with his black skin

icecream, lollipops, burgers, whelks, crab sticks, doughnuts, haddock and chips with fluorescent mushy peas, cups of tea

flat stones skimming
seagulls squatting, floating
large clouds hovering, watching
smaller clouds higher up move more quickly

children fleeing chased by brown waves

slot machines, twopenny falls, horseracing
international bowling

out of the bushes comes an explorer
he says”cor blimey mate”
and back to the car we go