Waves crash, rippling wide.
Sea foam sprays,wets my feet,
My feet sink in sand.
Footsteps linger on
Then washed away by tides
Gone and so are we.
Rolling crashing Sea,
Sky of blue, clear and warm
Happy, children play.
A humorous journal of the thoughts and rants, of a "professional mummy" in Newbury-Originally a plan to save the Victoria Boating Pond and Park, that meandered into a diary of every day mummy and baby life in a small town. If you are looking for the grown up sailing club you have lost your bearings, it is a few nautical miles East of here.
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