January 4th 2021

How I adore these dark January days

Where the light never really matures

And the village is pistol whipped

By the cruel winter winds

Our beach remains quite shapeless

Battered by the unforgiving seas

And giant waves threaten

The pretty fishing cottages

Adding to the bleakness dull grey

 

 

 

From the diary of Sally-Anne Webb (Torcross)