Seven of us, running down the dunes together.
And you’re shouting with the sheer joy of living.
Your girl turns to me, amazed.
“I’ve never heard my mum do that before.
That’s improper mother behaviour.”
“I love your mum,” I tell her.
And later, as the sun goes down,
You turn to me and say,
“It doesn’t get much better than this, does it?”