Drinks Break – The Ship Inn, Elie

Picture this it’s Sunday bliss

There’s cricket on the beach,

Some yankees from the deepest south

A tricky game to teach.

Seagulls soar and bees abound

The tide it still recedes,

When bat meets ball a thumping sound

Ice creams and dogs off leads.

Surfers frolic in the swell

Batsmen they come and go,

A salty British seaside smell

As runs they ebb and flow.

It may not be the Ashes

Or even Bondi sands,

But there are sometimes flashes

Of power, guile, quick hands.

Upon this famous coastline

Renowned for its fine links,

It’s beer, wine and sunshine

When play is stopped for drinks.

In or out?