On Chesil Beach we walked in a gale
Pebbles? There’s bale upon bale
The ones that we found
Were so smooth and round
So glad that we didn’t sail!
Dittisham shone bright in the sun
We walked, Zigzagged, had fun
In Stoke Gabriel grew
A thousand year yew
Where we wished peace for everyone
To Salcombe we sailed without care
And moored outside Penny’s timeshare
Ate very good croissants
Gazed views with a passion
Can’t wait til the next time we’re there
At Brixham there’s a big fishing fleet
Catching fish that we so like to eat
There’s an ancient rock bed
Up on Berry Head
And the Red Roses victory was sweet
At Lyme Regis Mary Anning did dwell
And our anchor held on pretty well
We stayed on our boat
Quite happy afloat
It was calm with a bit of a swell