A beautiful morning and Harly and I were joined by Maevey - part cocker spaniel, part otter, part energiser bunny - for a lovely Sunday morning walk. Blue sky, calm sea, happy dogs and the simple joys of stick chasing. I did make a mental note of the usual high-tide line of oomskah and detritus, but finding this one has to be added to the ever-groing list of 'I don't believe it!'
The reason, today, that I'm becoming Victor Meldrew was the discovery of one of the carpark dustbins on the beach - contents everywhere. Someone had taken the trouble to rip it out of its holder and to hurl it off the cliff on to the beach. I was genuinely lost for words and spent several minutes trying to fathom who would get a kick out of such pathetic, wanton mindlessness. That can't have been fun can it? Did anyone find that funny? So as Forrest Gump would say, 'That's all I have to say about that.' *sigh*
No comments:
Post a Comment