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They flew down south for a change of weather,
For sun, sand, sangria and skin like leather.
They shunned our island, far too cool
For sunbeds by a communal pool.

But come the virus, things have changed,
Holidays rapidly rearranged,
No more costas, no more sun,
No more flights for anyone.

So in their millions here they stay
So desperate to get away.
The net result for you and me
Is overcrowding Blighty-on-sea.

The changes to resorts are stark,
You’ll find there is nowhere to park,
Nowhere to sit, nowhere to eat...
No more my annual seaside treat!

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    Christopher 18 days ago

    Nice poem. And I know the feeling. My annual beach jaunt has gone up the spout for this year, not because of flying (I drive) but because very little is open down there. I just hope we get a handle on this eventually so that doesn't become the norm.

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    Neville Hunt 17 days ago

    Thanks Christopher. Lots of (often downmarket) Brits go to Spain for sun, sea, sex and sangria. However, this year those that managed to get there face a 14 day quarantine by law when they get back to Blighty (I’m sure an Anglophile such as you knows what that is!). The beaches and car parks and resorts are packed. Fortunately, we won’t be packed in there with them! 😎😎

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    Christopher 17 days ago

    Yeah, I got an education about those holidays to Spain when I started watching Benidorm! I wish BritBox would get the rest of the series, though. They only have probably half of them available.

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    Andrew Pettigrew 13 days ago

    Great poem, Neville. You may hate me for saying this, but the style reminded me a bit of Roald Dahl (not that I'm suggesting Oompa Loompas sing it, of course!). I can also relate, my trip to spain was cancelled. But that was just for the sun and sea, of course... nothing else that starts with S!

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    Neville Hunt 13 days ago

    Hoho! Thanks Andrew. I am most flattered with your comparison! No offence taken at all; quite the reverse! Sorry about your cancelled holiday. Well... you can get the sea and, when you’re lucky some sun too staying in Scotland! It’s not the same... but what is right now?

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    Andrew Pettigrew 13 days ago

    That's true. Gotta appreciate that guid ol' Scottish rain and the giant flying haggises, of course...

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    Neville Hunt 13 days ago

    It’s nae bad. We’ve been planning a trip up there to Edinburgh and Crinan to visit relatives, but CV-19 got in the way. Want to visit the fish and chip shop in Leith which looks particularly good... and of course the Scottish beer is legendary!

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    Andrew Pettigrew 13 days ago

    Oh, the wait will be worth it for the fish and chips, definitely. I may be biased, but nothing beats a good breaded haddock (I even wrote a poem about it and a very naughty seagull, think it's up here on the internet somewhere). And I can't talk for the beer, but you have to give Irn Bru a try, that's mandatory!

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    Neville Hunt 13 days ago

    I love Irn Bru! They say it’s brewed in Scotland from girders. It’s strong enough to walk down south to England even, so it must be true. And haddock is a brilliant fish, either smoked or unsmoked. It swims down this way too. But as for Arbroath Smokies... fab-u-lous! (but hard to find doon here.)

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    Andrew Pettigrew 12 days ago

    Haha glad to hear you like Irn Bru! And it is indeed made from girders. My drama group actually released a short film recently in which one of my roles was an eccentric scientist, shouting about the medical benefits of Irn Bru ("Made from girders, girders, GIRDERS!"). Lots of fun!

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    Neville Hunt 12 days ago

    Sounds a blast, Andrew!

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