Saturday afternoon at about half past three I would settle down in front of the tv My Gran and Grandad in their chairs watching Lucille Ball Show or Fred Astair At 17 45 the football scores would be read My Grandad checking them off one by one Chasing 24 points the top score, fingers crossed for a score draw, eight of them would set you right Ah this week its out of sight, better luck next week, we'll try again My Gran would always bake, buns or a cake Coffee was my choice of drink with Coffeemate instead of milk I was posh I would think A slice of sponge to go along I can hear my Gran say "are you going to have a slice today" Then she would always add" there's 3 eggs in there" I would smile and say please Gran after all It was Saturday and all was right with the world.
Walking on the Beach Have you ever gone walking on the beach? Shoes slipped off, sand covering your feet Just you walking, on a big empty space. The wind blowing in your face. You pull your coat around you tight; to brace against the cold. Arms across your body, you fold Waves crashing on the shore Yet you find peace and tranquillity, even with the waves loud roar You walk and walk, losing track of time Recharging your soul, body and mind. How is it possible to find such peace? When all around you is noise. Yet the wind in your face, the crash of the waves, brings you such joy. I love walking on the beach, shoes slipped off, sand covering your feet Coat pulled up around your face, the Beach becomes my happy place.