15th August

The little waves are driven into the shore by a fresh, cool breeze. They slop slap hiss against the sand. The sky has been a uniform grey for most of the day but there are little tears in it now. It is not cold but in contrast to the temperatures of the last weeks it feels chilly. Out in the bay, a kite surfer twists and turns and leaps above the corrugated swell. He bends the free will of the bright scarlet kite to his desire but he is always just on the brink of losing control. Meanwhile on the green the keep fit boot camp are performing rigorous PE exercises at the behest of a hi-vis jacketed leader. There are about twenty of them tonight and they form a regimented line whilst, in the distance the kite surfer leaps from wave crest to wave crest.

From 15th August 2021

Another one of those odd, mixed, uncertain days that has been typical of this summer. Occasionally the sun bursts through with a flurry of warmth but it is grey again this evening. A hazy mist hangs over the bay and chilly hush falls over the cliff top.

From 15th August 2011

Sun's out. Sea's blue. On the beach in half an hour or questions will be asked.

From 15th August 2009

Dark at 5 am now. The year is changing. Moving towards the exciting part of the year - new starts, new projects, new ideas.

Peter John Cooper

Poet, Playwright and Podcaster from Bournemouth, UK.

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