Not Bournemouth

High tide, early evening. A few people still on the beach, others have retreated to the pub garden just behind for drinks and eats, and everyone no doubt relishing their good fortune or wise judgement to be in West Wales rather than the South Coast.

An acquaintance has written a poem about the pandemic experience over the past few months which his son has made into a video illustrated by local scenes and natural history. The poem is optimistic about the future although not all of us may  be feeling quite so positive at present.
It's read by his son and well worth a watch here.