The combination of film and poetry is an attractive one. For the poet, perhaps a hope that the filmmaker will bring something to the poem: a new audience, a visual attraction, the laying of way markers; for the filmmaker, a fixed parameter to respond to, the power of a text sparking the imagination with visual connections and metaphor.

The poem La Plage is by exceptional poet Jane McKie and is steeped in bright sunshine and knee-deep in children. With thanks to Charlie Cook.

“This is where freckled children flock to – ice-cream white limbs, whey-eyed, nothing will stop them bathing, splashing, wind snatching their raucous crow laughter and carrying it to Joppa.

The weakest ray of the sun is god, the wilderness sand a whole desert to cross before sampling the Forth’s chill riches.

They will bring grapes here, pale wine and kerchiefs of checked cloth to dine on. They will cuddle, lark about and rubbish quieter worship. They will relish every last cold atom as if it were a wrecker’s fire.”