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Here we are. Careful going down the steps. If you tripped, it wouldn’t be the kind of trip to the beach you had in mind!
It’s not the prettiest beach I admit, but at least there’s no risk of being hit on the head by a coconut! Those wonky beach huts could look quite attractive with a bit of work, couldn’t they? No? Maybe not!
I see you’ve brought your bucket and spade. I’ve not made a sandcastle for years. My mate Bob builds big ones. They protect us from crustacean invasions, he claims! What a clot!
The tide’s going out. Either that, or it’s coming in! Backwards and forwards, forwards and backwards. Why does it do that?
What are you looking at? Oh her! I should have warned you. That bit along there’s reserved for folk of a naturist persuasion. That’s Naked Nora practising her yoga. Not the prettiest of sights!
That old fishing boat has been in the Whiting family for generations. It’s got more patches than my gran’s patchwork quilt! Willy goes out in it most days and usually comes back with a few wriggling fish. They sell them in the fish shack in the car park. I prodded a lobster there once. Wretched thing snapped hold of my finger. I got my own back though – I ate it!
Right, let’s sit down here and enjoy our picnic. What have you made? Nothing? You thought I was bringing it? Oh yes, I forgot. Sorry. Fancy an ice cream?
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Thanks to Jenne Gray and CEAyr for hosting The Unicorn Challenge
© Ayr/Gray
Love those wooden steps to the beach!
They certainly look inviting!
the steps! and the lobster revenge -)
It’s a perilous place!
Rule #1 for any outing: Establish who’s bringing lunch. 🙂
Get it in writing if necessary. 😉
Wise words Christine and Jenne, I’ll bear then in mind!
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You paint a lively beach scene, Keith – the yoga lady reminds me of a saying of my mother’s – ‘The sighs you see when you don’t have your gun!’
The revenge on the lobster is first class!
Thank you for the smile.
Thank you for the smile too, Jenne!
A typical day at the beach at Ayr or Deal or Medville, there’s always something goes wrong.
And then there’s ice cream to save the day!
Can I get toffee flavour, please, mister?
Here in Bexhill-on-Sea too!
Toffee flavour it is, I might even stick a flake in it!
Lovely story Keith. I love the journey you took the reader through on those steps, which look nostalgic to me of many a seaside walk. Thank you.
Thanks so much Suzette, thanks for strolling with me!
A pleasure indeed Keith, truly!
It’s quite a climb back up for a treat, isn’t it.
It sure is, Mimi!
Interesting photo. The stairs look a bit unstable
They do, tempting though!
Yeah, if someone wants to risk a fall.
No! Not Naked Nora! Never!
very tempting (the stairs)… old or young, there is nothing like the tactile transition from asphalt parking lot to packed gravel path to wooden stairs then into the embrace of dry beach sand.
very nice
Tee-hee, that was fun… and now I fancy an 99 flake ice cream – nice!!
An amusing tale of a day at the beach. Some sights you just can’t un-see. 🙂