I STROLL down Beach Road and then my eyes

Feast on a magnificent sight

The newly restored pier and the channel

Painted with shimmering silver

Under a rich blue November sky.

Winter storms will come soon enough

But now I watch the slumbering sea,

My stress floating with the breeze out of me.

Women with prams, joggers and the elderly

Are to be found on the sedate seafront

As boats drift slowly on the calm water,

Somerset hills, Flat Holm and Steep Holm

Always wonderful in the sunshine

And will be there long after I have gone.

My thoughts are filled with times now long before

As I wander along the pebbled shore.

Guy Fletcher

Pantmawr

Cardiff