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At last we're here and the tent's put up
Now is the time to look around;
Plenty of people with children like ours,
Seems like noise and spiders abound.
Even from here I can hear the sea
As it crashes onto the sand;
The smell of salt is in the air
Even though we're a mile inland.
The excitement grows as it's time to explore,
Grab the kids and wash their faces;
No towels, no jackets, find them later,
Plenty of time to unpack the cases.
We're out of the camp and on our own,
Hope we'll be able to find our way back;
Must be back in time to play bingo,
A nice win would make up for the money we lack.
On the seafront ice-creams and rock,
Amusements arcades to take our money;
Surfboards and windbreaks to buy or hire
Makes us hope the weather stays sunny.
Miles and miles of sandy beach
We can hardly see the sea;
Never mind, the tide must come in
But now I'm sure it's time for tea.
We find a chippy, a cafe and a pub,
Oh no, decision time again;
The kids want the cafe but will settle for take-away,
Now we just hope it doesn't rain.
Back to the tent to change our clothes
Looking forward to the evening ahead;
In the club with crisps and a beer
Hope the kids don't want their bed.
The bingo is over, we had a small win,
Children's games, a disco and the time flew;
A good nights sleep and wake up refreshed,
Tomorrow we'll be ready to start anew.
© Heather Rimmer 1985 
