AN UNPLEASANT EVENING IN MEVAGISSEY...

Mevagissey, July 2006

Virtue became a necessity

As the waiting created

Atmosphere,

Acrimony,

Asphyxia

And all for the sake

Of freshly cooked food,

Or incapacity.

Cycling became a nuisance

As the sliding caused

A skidding,

A splashing,

A screeching

And all for the sake

Of wet-suit selfishness,

Or impudence.

A beach-chair became a nonsense 

As the solitude contradicted

The throng,

The threat,

The thoughtlessness

And all for the sake

Of 21^st century attractions

Or decadence.

Clientele became a depravity

As the loutishness conjured

Crabbing,

Crying,

Cavorting

And all for the sake

Of a lack of paint

Or culpability.

Pete Ray

July 2006

A visit to Mevagissey brought a slow-serving restaurant and an hour’s wait for food in a packed restaurant, although nine other tables out of eleven had still not been served as I finally ate, almost embarrassed. 

A lad was sliding his bicycle on the quay, whipping water onto people’s legs, ignorant of his own behaviour. 

A chair lay forlornly on a slipway into the harbour. 

Lines hung into the water to catch sea-life, the smell of chips and the sounds of circling seagulls and Black Country accents 

made me fear for Polperro...

That was just one evening.

I am certain it isn't like that now...