A hand held out, that on its palm
The sun and sea may dance
Their shimmering pas de deux.
They leap – a jewelled filigree
Hangs sparkling on the sky-blue air.
They run – and every pool’s awash
And every crevice filled with sun-drenched joy.
Pink Thrift and white Sea Campion
Pack out the greensward-carpeted
And stoney-seated stalls;
While from the wings and galleries
The Kittiwakes their screaming,
Caves their thundrous, plaudits raise.