Just after I'd posted the photos of the kite surfers at the beach, the postie delivered copies of School Magazine which included my poem 'At the Beach'.
How's that for timing?
'At the Beach' was written after sitting at that same beach while my son was at a class. There wasn't enough time to go home between dropping him and collecting him, so I went for a walk along the foreshore and then sat in my car and watched the sun set.
The poem is about birds and kites and dogs and children all changing colour as the sun descends and turns out the light. David Legge has painted a scene that could be this very beach, clever fellow.