I've just been down to the seas again, to the cloudy sea and the slime,
And all I ask is a long stick or a net to strain it by ... Sorry Mr Masefield!
The pollution notices were out again on one of the local beaches - it's been raining, so all the noxious stuff, which was bottled up, has been give it's freedom. Not that it bothers the hearty holidaites - not a jot. Little Johnny or Jill can make nice sand castles with the blackened sand and paddle in the smelly little stream emerging from the garbaged choked pond just behind the dunes. "What harm can it do? The signs? No. No. They must have been left there and someone to idle to remove them. Another, ice cream dear? ..."
Even so, I had a splendid walk over hill and beach which, I'm happy to say, avoided beached, flabby, tattooed whales and their ill-mannered offspring. Cicadas near deafened the ear and the weather was far from cool and balmy all of which added to the physical effort. An excellent stirring of the bits-and-pieces!
It's better to travel than arrive ... then again ...