On Boxing Day 2020 I walked 2.5km along the coastal path<\/p>\n
And sat with my wife daughter and two granddaughters<\/p>\n
In the rough shelter of a white but scruffy beach hut<\/p>\n
The weather was about 11 degrees with a brisk westerly wind<\/p>\n
Storm Bella was expected and this chilled the troubled air<\/p>\n
The advice was to keep warm and this is what I did<\/p>\n
By running after my granddaughters and playing juvenile games<\/p>\n
The sun was fast disappearing behind the banking Dover clouds<\/p>\n
And the sea changed from silver to grey in a matter of ten unhappy minutes<\/p>\n
On Boxing Day 2020 I kissed a long dead dog fish fully on the lips<\/p>\n
This was final act of love that the poor fish experienced on its journey towards extinction<\/p>\n
My granddaughters were disgusted with me but it was all for a ten pound dare<\/p>\n
That or joining the Boxing Day Naked Charity Swim off of Walmer Beach<\/p>\n
I would have chosen the latter but I was aware of my developing cold<\/p>\n
Nudity means little to me and I do not care who sees my arse<\/p>\n
But I am a delicate fellow who is prone to cold and chills<\/p>\n
So I stood on the storm ridge and watched forty-six bare bums enter the waves<\/p>\n
I recognised my local newsagent and his rather large tattooed wife joining in the fun<\/p>\n
And knew that I would not be able to get a newspaper unless I walked to the distant garage<\/p>\n
On Boxing Day 2020 I travelled with my granddaughters to the low lower beach<\/p>\n
Where the sands were often exposed by the savage winter storms<\/p>\n
The girls carved their names delicately in the rough damp sand<\/p>\n
And watched as the incoming tide accepted their gifts with a gentle passion<\/p>\n
On my return journey I tripped over a railway sleeper which was half hidden<\/p>\n
And fell roughly on to the sea worm pebbles without injury<\/p>\n
Much to the amusement of those present including some gulls<\/p>\n
At about thirty minutes past two we decided to return to our nearby homes<\/p>\n
As we were getting quite chilled and the hamper was almost empty<\/p>\n
I returned to the nearby fishing boats to take my final photographs<\/p>\n
But they had lost their beauty under the sullen skies<\/p>\n
The day was beginning to darken as the savage storm slowly approached<\/p>\n
It was time to withdraw from our beloved beach<\/p>\n
And enjoy the comfort of our warm winter logs<\/p>\n
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