Holiday were always spent at The Isle Of Wight Its sandy, long beaches ideal for building castles Floating in the shallows of the sea Safe from rapid currents and rocky projections It was without much tourism and low priced.
Year after year we returned to the same spots The sameΒ Β walks and the same unpredictable Weather. At shop counters the assistants did not change Only the hotel owners, running at a loss the previous year.
My parents bungalow situated near to Totland bay Overlooking field filled countryside, narrow lanes With the sea salt reaching noses on windy days. It was a paradise of simple meals, memories And long conversation of the regularity of things.
Intertwined were the years of my own childhood Playing with my brother on chalet steps as My parents prepared the day's sandwiches And those, taking my four across the Solent For annual holidays visiting of grandparents.