HIGH tide at Penarth seafront,

Waves smash with futility

Against the ice cream parlour and a little spray

Splashes over the sea walls

But although the sea is restless today

It’s a pale shadow of the great winter storms.

In the sea is a silver corridor

As the sun breaks through April clouds once more.

There’s a tanker drifting over the channel

And a sailing boat enhances the scene

On this Saturday morning in spring

Where people walk their dogs

Or just stroll leisurely together.

Snow white foam sizzles on the pebbles

Like a great iron gate the sea so grey

Retreats as it does every single day.

Guy Fletcher