Under Bella's watchful eye, I sit alone.

I look at the ferry, come sailing home.

I take a walk around Georges Parade.

I look at 2 ice cream vans doing trade.

I think to myself, how quick 30 years fly.

As heavy looking clouds now pass by.

I watch an artist paint Edward the King.

I hear a busker... Beatles songs to sing.

A cruise liner has a well earned break.

Hundreds of pictures, I see tourists take.

As the busker starts to sing 'Yesterday'

Back home to Walton, I make my way.

I love the Pier Head and its every view.

But the one thing missing today was you.