As a child my favourite holiday destination was Watergate Bay near Newquay in Cornwall. Then it was a natural unspoiled place. I have not been back for many years. This is my memories of the moonlight cliff walks I took with my family.
On the cliffs above Watergate Bay.
salty sea lips,
Dry and sore,
Whisper the wonder of nature
As we lay at the edge of a flower scented soft tufted cliff,
Gazing down at rock-bound seals,
Oblivious to our watching eyes,
Nocturnal activities undisturbed.
A lupine, mournful barking,
A greeting to a tidal moon.
A silvery-red light hovers on the horizon,
A ship answering the canine howl,
With booming retort,
The capricious ocean,
lunatic with fury
Like a whip scourging at the rocks.
In calmer tides,
Like a lover’s gentle kiss.
Like thieves in the night,
We steal silently away.
Taking nothing but the memory of
The cliffs of Watergate Bay.