I was collecting sea glass in Margate
My time had been very well spent
As I found many pieces amongst the shells
The day was cold crisp and bright
But it was not totally clear as clouds
Had obscured the declining sun
It was as I was leaving Margate
That I noticed a fog bank drifting rapidly in
In certain ways it reminded me of Antonio Bay
The clocks had stopped and all I could hear
Was the purr of a distant radio station