Cottages and houses nestled together, a fishing trawler returning with it's catch and a lighthouse keeping everybody safe....you can almost smell the sea and hear the gulls from this delightful card.
Where whitewashed walls meet salty air,
And nets are spread with silent care,
The narrow lanes of cobblestone
Are whispering tales of ocean foam.
The lighthouse beam cuts through the gray,
To guide the trawlers home from bay.
