There's a little cove on Cornwall's coast

where a lady is writing her latest book

making the most of the atmosphere,

imagining drifting boats in the sun

and sporty chaps in flannels with pipes

or controlling types with attitude and gripes;

and someone is falling in love again.

No fast food outlets to spoil the view

of a harbour wall where gulls descend.

No slicks or smells near the boat trip queue.

No, nothing so common

that won't sell books -

instead, her stories take wings and fly

to lift the spirits of the summer perspired

and satisfy what's most desired.