Torquay

It's rather nice down here in Torquay.
Finally, I'm beginning to enjoy myself,
Catching the odd ray of sun into the bargain.
A bay within a bay, I call it.
It's quite quaint by the harbour too,
In the heart of the English Riviera.
Ok, so there are a few drunks and beggars around,
But isn't it the same everywhere?
I wouldn't mind being trapped down here on Groundhog day;
Days that never end - for a few days at least!
A place I could finally prove my love for someone,
Because I've got all the time in the world...yeah right!

But being away has given me time to think,
To reflect and ponder where I'm going in life.
Walking along the bay,
Multi-coloured lanterns brighten the way,
Serving to guide me safely back,
To my cheap but cheerful hotel, DRUNK!

The marina, equally, looks amazing at night,
As I gaze across the bay to Brixham -
Trying to work out where Paignton is,
Between the gaps in the faraway lights.
I love those gaps where no light shines;
Distant towns divided by darkness.
I find it romantic, relaxing even, surveying the scene,
Taking it in.
Similar views exist from a plane,
Looking down at the populated sprawl -
Peppered by black, it's quite illuminating...

Yes, I could like this place after all.