The breeze blew my hair

Up in my face

And then tangled my

Bag in knots

Around my throat.

My sun-glasses kept

Falling off my nose

And my mobile

Kept falling through the

Hole in my coat pocket.

The sun was blinking

In and out behind the clouds

And in the background

I could see an elderly couple

Shouting and screaming at each other.

He was walking up and down

Outside of the beach barrier

While you could quite clearly see

She was sat down looking at the sea

And nothing was going to make her move.

You could hear him tutting constantly

While mumbling something unclear under his breathe

And she sat there clearly at ease

Her sunglasses dominating her circular face

And grey, curly hair.

Nearby them was a single mother

With a couple of kids

And a frustrated ice cream seller

Who had clearly drunk too much the night

And now clearly was not in the mood.

I could see him constantly disappearing

Behind the back of the old chip van

And returning back a couple of minutes

Later with smudged lipstick on his face

And a strange twinkle in his eyes.

The kids in the meantime

Was flicking ice cream in their faces

And one of them was shouting

At the old man who was still tutting,

In some kind of imaginative language.

I could imagine Sian would have

Said something to them

Perhaps with a little bit of caustic wit

And bone faced cheek

Before turning back to me, nodding.

She would have rubbed her hands

Through my messed up hair

And tried my sun-glasses on

Before passing them back to me, saying

‘How the hell do you wear these?’

I, no doubt would have blushed

And she would have carried on

Asking me once or twice

What was the point

And why didn’t we just move on?

And once upon a time

I would have done so perhaps.