Mottled legs lay stretched on plastic strewn beaches
Ice cream vans appear on every corner, in every cul-de-sac
Fair-haired babies are shaded, under the eye of anxious mothers
Red backs accompany peeling faces
And the smell of sun tan lotion and after sun lies sickly sweet in the air
Families paddle in the ice cold water
And the Big Issue seller stands on the corner, dreaming of better days.