Thursday, November 15, 2007
After a day of desperation and despair the dog and I were both glad. As a welcome aside from our usual turn around the woods we enjoyed the freedom of the lonely strand. Several miles of windswept golden sand, stretched wide between the dunes and low tide. Giving him the freedom to career around like a lunatic and allowing me to speak away the cares of the day to the Marram.
A lucky find, a half filled bottle of coke, gave us just what we needed. This serendipitous toy delights us both. I throw it soaring high over the mid tide ponds. Asbo skims the surface of the water like a furry black exocet, returning it again and again. Until eventually the gloom of the evening turns our thoughts to the prospect of what we might have for tea. Grinning like a pair of fools, covered in sand and soaking wet, we climb back through the dunes and return to the car.
And in an instant my manic rollercoaster day takes the plunge to a new nadir. Somewhere out in the gathering darkness, caught between the tides, are the only keys to the car and the house……