Walking on wet sand
Sometimes even in the sea
Out to the old castle
Climbing to the lookout
Walking on wet sand
Taking off our shoes and socks
To let the bare feet
Feel the waves of salty water
And slow-step into or over the rock pools
Sometimes even in the sea
Watching out for the surf gods
Also the less experienced
But equally jovial, belly boarders
Beginning as beginners do
Out to the old castle
Once a first line of defence
Against the foreign invaders
From the shores of France
Or flotilla’s from further afield
Climbing to the lookout
Master of all we see
As we shield our eyes
From the afternoon sunlight
Which glistens on the crests of incoming waves
