I’ve had enough of this coronavirus, all these infections and deaths. I’m just fed up of talking about it. There’s not a lot I can do , continue life and stay safe, encourage my friends and family to be sensible and carry on until the immediate future. There is no question at my age life will be different but there will be a new normality which we will have to cope with.
So about four years ago I started to write a blog as you can tell from the heading it was Beach Thoughts- An old dog and his bloke. Well my dog was younger then not old and I was the bloke who was old and still is just even older. I hope you understand that, it was all just a play on words. Anyway I walked on the beach where I live and every day was different. The beach changes , the tides ebb and flow , the sand moves, tides bring in all sorts of debris. I have never failed to be fascinated by the power of the waves and why the sea has never been used as an energy source to any great extent baffles me. The prevailing weather at the coast is amazing , it can be windy in one direction then it changes direction and brings in clouds and rain. Or there are days where I can’t see the local lighthouse for fog then the sun breaks through and it is a glorious morning. Or in the winter when it starts to snow on a beach there is no where to go. But when your dog wants to go swimming no matter the weather winter or summer it would be unthinkable to deprive him of the privilege. The clothing you wear is hugely important and once you brave the elements there is a certain type of masochism involved. All in all no matter what the weather is like I just love being in the open on the this everchanging vista of beach. And while I walk I think. It allows me to open my mind to the freedom of my thoughts. I try to remove my mind of everyday worries and gives me the clarity of more creative thoughts. Inspiration I suppose for poems, stories locked away in everyday life. Too profound it might be but it does work for me. Ok I’m lucky to have the environment and I would certainly accept that having a dog who has an insatiable appetite for walking helps. Oh, and because I am retired. That certainly helps.
HUMOUR– Did you know that Woody from Toy story’s last name was Pride?
Until January 2013 it was illegal for women in Paris to wear trousers!
People will gamble more if they are holding a crocodile. Holding a crocodile would be a gamble enough for me!
The original Popeye got his strength from rubbing a chicken. Spinach growers must have been delighted.
Crisp packets contain nitrogen!
Orthodox Jews can buy kosher sexual lubricants!
OLD FASHIONED WORDS
Hurry scurry– Turmoil, uproar
Foretoken-Prophetic sign, omen
Foozle–To make (or do) something awkwardly,
Fogbow– A phenomenon like a white or tinted rainbow.
Offing– A distant part of the sea from the shore.
Champion–Good or brilliant.
Cuddy– A horse
Dunch– To bump or crash.
Femmer– weak POEM ATTACHED HOMECOMING