Fair maidens, fair maidens those delicate flowers,
prance on the sand where the sun shines for hours.
Protect them we must if we gentlemen be,
with awkward umbrellas our unsteady tree.
The tide which receded is come back again,
time now for tiffin, then pick up a pen,
record our adventures for those left at home
mayhap to return for a walk in the gloam.