The beach is one of those places where people are either hyper-observant or blissfully unaware. For many these two distinct states become the thin line that stops them from heading towards the strange black shapes that hover just on top of the waves or the reason they wake up thirty miles down the beach in someone else's clothes and holding a handful of scales.
Our beach is always a cause for concern in some way or other, its become a trend for the papers to write about A Brand New Danger every Sunday (and Wednesdays too during the tourist season) in the hopes that at least the local populace will avoid the worst of whatever the calamity is.
Last week it was that the seagulls were vomiting up large globs of tar that burnt any skin it came into contact with. I wisely took my umbrella everywhere while my nana decided she'd had enough of the papers ordering her about and is currently still being treated for the burns she got as a result. Those gulls have great aim, I'll give them that. They managed to nail the same spot several times in a row within the span of five minutes.
They still do this but now the papers are warning us about "colossal ruins that are due to be washed ashore" which honestly didn't make sense until the photos began to appear online. So far we've had a tree stump that's about thirty feet high by twenty something feet across, stained pitch black. It crumbled to the touch, revealing countless deep sea fish trapped inside, very much alive, their stomachs all full of the same red worms.
I wonder what will wash up tomorrow.
Our beach is always a cause for concern in some way or other, its become a trend for the papers to write about A Brand New Danger every Sunday (and Wednesdays too during the tourist season) in the hopes that at least the local populace will avoid the worst of whatever the calamity is.
Last week it was that the seagulls were vomiting up large globs of tar that burnt any skin it came into contact with. I wisely took my umbrella everywhere while my nana decided she'd had enough of the papers ordering her about and is currently still being treated for the burns she got as a result. Those gulls have great aim, I'll give them that. They managed to nail the same spot several times in a row within the span of five minutes.
They still do this but now the papers are warning us about "colossal ruins that are due to be washed ashore" which honestly didn't make sense until the photos began to appear online. So far we've had a tree stump that's about thirty feet high by twenty something feet across, stained pitch black. It crumbled to the touch, revealing countless deep sea fish trapped inside, very much alive, their stomachs all full of the same red worms.
I wonder what will wash up tomorrow.
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