A moment to myself

Sat on a beach out of people's reach
Sun breaking through the cloud
The wind is lashing the waves are crashing
The flags are flying proud.

Above the cliffs are a load of stiffs
Eating oap cod and chips
For them the beach is out of reach
With their replacement hips.

Now I walk alone along the stone
No one as far as the eye can see
And despite the noise from the wind and tide
I feel a deep tranquility.

Now it's time to depart as the inward tide starts
to eat away at the beach
And as I slowly creep
up the steps so steep
Reality is back within reach