Sir John Betjeman
Bird watching colonels on the old sea wall Down here at Dawlish, where the slow trains crawl Low tide lifting, on a shingle shore Long-sunk islands from the sea once more Red cliffs rising where the wet sands run Gulls reflecting in the sharp spring sun Pink washed plaster by a sheltered patch Ilex shadows upon velvet thatch What interiors these names suggest Queen of lodgings in the warm ...