Barefoot In The Sand

Barefoot in the Sand The beach, I used to walk here often years ago with my dog- the dog is now dead and it is against the law for animals to be on beaches- except for seabirds, only because it isn’t practical to ban them, looks clean and raked most of it is fenced in and belong to some hotels. The bathing season hasn’t started I ignore signs telling me I shouldn’t be here, ignore too a spy camera mounted on a concrete pole. Ok, I’m too old to make love in the sand, but I feel sorry for people who can but are spied on and arrested for enjoying themselves. Where sea washes sand it is easy to walk I turn and see my footsteps erased by lazy ripples, it is like I never was here, and I miss my dog. I will not be back here again before the fall when the season is over, perhaps by then there will be barbed wire and armed guards to stop me seeing the sea I used to know so well.