Cuaig beach

Rounded boulders so huge

I leap as a miniature me

Nimble and quick

Fuelled by the warm sun above

An outgoing tide discards

It’s harsh edge

And reveals wrinkled sand

Muted and soft underfoot

The waves call me in

Sirens beckon me down the bay

And the freezing water

Dances down my back

Delicious waves break

Over delighted me

And I race back shivering

For hot coffee.