Americanos at Joes ...

Two bright eyed dogs watched us approach the table - 

The man from Bournemouth offered to move them - 

There were yachts moored off shore as there would be in summer - 

We could hear the buzzing pepped up snarl of jet skis - 

A lithe mother carried her bare legged son, wide eyed with his innocent years - 

A dad tended sand castles - 

We sat with our Americanos - 

Five pine trees overlooked the beach - 

I remembered swimming here, wading out hundreds of yards from the green shore - 

Each movement of the sea upon my skin would wash away the years - 

I'd be a boy again, learning to swim in another sea, hearing voices which would never change - 

15.00

Saturday 7 April 2017

Joe's

South Beach

Studland 

Dorset