Anglesey

Gently lolling heads

on the back-seat, an early start

to leave Scotland before

we fully awaken

 

Excitement builds with every mile

Are we nearly there?

interspersed with eye-spy

"my old man doesn't like tea"

the sun with his headwear firmly on

 

Crossing a bridge, our wonder-island approaches

containing our Great Auntie

generous in size and sweets

with added sand, sea and dog

 

A holiday commences

sun-packed days of laughs and Ludo, hugs

and happiness

till a day later - it seems-

Do we have to go home now, Daddy?