It is relaxing to watch people pass the restaurant during the lighter months

They stroll down the small hill with a certain ease

Few spot the camera that faces them away from the sea

They either walk past its enquiry or sit on the low whitewashed wall under its gaze

Many gather here on memorable evenings to watch the sun retire

Unaware that I can share their leisure at any given time

A couple hug and kiss in the foreground and then vanish stage left

They are replaced by a workman in his blue overalls collecting paper

After his labour he too fades from view into an uninhabited area

Under the four windmills and is soon replaced in my theatre

By four women who are sheltering under their collected parasols

They are heading towards the small sandy beach

Which is often explored but has yet to be conquered