all in the car to go to sporting events
packed lunches and drinks
the sound of the turnstile
the smell of deep heat from the players
the whistle goes, the crowd roars, we cheer,we clap, we look around and drink it in
beach trips with cousins
all meeting at the beach, unloading of deck chairs,
hurleys, tennis rackets and balls, footballs,
towels, swimsuits and the magical lunch
sandwiches, crisps and warm lemonade with the catch phrase of the day being BE SURE TO LEAVE AT LEAST HALF AN HOUR BEFORE YOU SWIM AGAIN AFTER YOUR LUNCH...i remember counting down the minutes.
a game of rounders would follow, all involved, cheers, laughter, getting out of breath, trying not to get sunburned.
then all off home in a clatter of car doors closing and an echo of "wasnt that a great oul day"
summer sun, brown faces,
freckles, bare legs, tennis shoes and Robinsons barley water,
wimbeldon spawning chalk lined tennis court in every housing estate,
conversations turned to volleys and game set and match
strawberries and fresh cream,
end of summer edges nearer,
school books to be covered,
new shoes to be bought,
uniforms to be fitted,
new stationary,
smell of new books,
full sacks and off we go again
summers end..stories exchanged at school, summer antics re-lived and then autumn takes over
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