Tag: postcards

• Broadhaven

  July 26, 2026

  Poetry

  I will miss this soon.The clatter of the slatted blindsin the breeze,the lazy days that seem to be without time.Sand scattered across the tilesand the smell of wetsuits.The corner shop that sells postcards,Welsh milk, croissants and cheap body boards.The daily wondering what timewe will go in the seaand whether to have cod or scampifor teaor… Read.