Grey and wet,
A soggy Sidmouth
Greets the stalwart Sunday trippers,
Through steamed up windows,
Squinting now through windscreen wipers.
With gay umbrellas
Scan the grim Edwardian villas,
In puddle pictures;
Scenic vistas bleached of colour.
Leaves sand and pebbles,
Displaced beach huts, upturned tables.
Meets battling walkers.
Ice cream parlours long deserted.
What was the attraction
Of this seaside town in Devon?
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