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