On the windiest day of the year
We packed our bags, you and I
Gathered our Wellington boots,
Overcoats, buckets and spades
And went to the seaside
Our train journey there
Was a bluster of motion,
Even the gulls had moved inland
To winter the weather away,
As the sea unfurled itself across grey sands
We rode white horses,
Plastered our feet in saltwater sludge,
Went round the fun fair’s rickety roller-coaster
So many times, that I had a headache
And you felt sick!
At the end of the day
We found a sea front bed and breakfast
Booked ourselves in, closed our door
And pretended
That the sun was still shining
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