Looking round, Martha knew the kids had got the better of the babysitter again. 

"My loyal subjects approach...." 

Broken by the waves, painted ladies of the sea. 

The local seagull fashion police with their standard variations on black and white, with splashes of grey, which is of course, this seasons new black, pass silent comment on both designer and model. 

The final footprints of the sea as the land rises. Not as crazy as it sounds, some parts of a shore can move between a 1/2 an inch and 6inches in height due to the weight and tidal pressure of the sea. This is why sex on the beach in the surf is so popular..the earth really does move! 

In a clearing of the sea forest, the king of the mountain looked out. 

Surf and still waters, still just touching. 

In the growing light, the dancers of the sea lay down to sleep. 

Held in the retreating seas edge, the eyes of man, look out. 

Monsters of the deep or life of the rockpool? 

The dancing forest revealed. 

Hidden in the pools of tides gone, a thing of gentle structure with killer intent, lurks in the shadows and mirror surface. 

Upon this island of mud and clay, I shall build my home. 

Wandering the foreshore, washed by colours and reflections. 

Take me to your leader springs to mind 

The colours of the seashore. 

The moment we all face,
that JLS moment,
when you decide to go beyond.. 

As human's wander,
As dogs play in the surf,
As mists slumber the sun,
The pool reflects on history. 

Nearly forgotten memories of cliffs standing once so proud,
of memories of ice age journies across frozen seas,
till layered captured history is revealed
and the journey homeward begins. 

Are you going to Scarborough castle?
Clay, seaweed and crumbling cliffs.
Are you going to Scarborough fair?
Coated in moring mist to see my ruins so fair. 

Don't you just hate it when the colours run in the wash? 

The secret of why some boats don't sink..they cheat. 

A finger of a shadow points the rising sun towards the fleeing mists, rain and seas fallin edge. 

As the water retreats, the local landlubbers take advantage of the opportunity to beachcomb. 

As the floating forest lays down to sleep, nestling in her embarce, they wait the return of the sea.