There still this nervous energy as kids at coast try to spend last surpluses before school reopens.
Last chance to stumble through '2p roll the money' games, at amusement arcade's.
Paddling still possible if bit chilly.
Donkeys not been put into Autumn grazing fields yet ..'Kiss me quick'.. hats, rolling down windswept side street.
Coastguards are finishing earlier as nights draw in, Carol Kirkwood Weather forecaster tells us. "It's getting chilly"...
I am delighted, it's appeared a convulsed period, long, stifling, menacing, too long for parents.
Required too much money, unpredictable expensive, yet products cheap.
Food in hotels and cafes been expensive.
Sameness around diet, delights, and entertainment offered.
Crowded, uncomfortable and really unspiritual.
Summer in UK , found real challenge.
Perhaps too much time on promenade not enough on windswept remote beach.
When 'Beach bady', gave me her hand.
She didn't leave me anything to remember.
Even the fortune teller
Had no good news to
Share.
So last few days to paddle.
Last postcard to write notes to others on.
I am old and got a disease. Long hot summer just passed me by.
That's all that's wrong with me
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