Susie said...
The Clean Bag
A rumble down the dirt road
rust held together by metal, some
Caretaker of Paradise,
Old Man of the Sea
Yet, not so old
Provider of the Clean Bag
Sandy path muffles my footsteps
Little lizards scurry in all directions
tails and heads held high
Prehistoric in Miniature
Carefully I look between the stones
for any presence of colour
None
Good, I open the gate gingerly
and fasten it shut.
Aaaaah! The Clean Bag
I sit upon my throne, satisfied.
No-one has been here before.
I am the first.
I watch the world go by
through gaps in my chamber
High above me the clouds
change shapes
At night I ponder the number of stars
Always the thunder of crashing waves.
Where am I?
Ssssssh. Don't tell anyone.
I woudn't worry too much Susie most people couldn't afford to drive there these days and if they did would be too **** scared to enter the water.It took near perfect conditions to coax me in .Even then i think i had a spud in me wettie when i got out


Also it's no place for the trophy wife I can't say that i've seen anyone there with high heels and make-up

Still i've always wanted to spend a season there ... but i would probably turn ferral and never leave