There’s nothing better than a trip to the beach on a sizzling hot day. A quick sprint down the white sand dunes, a toss of the towel, and it’s into the cooling depths of the refreshing waves. Sadly though all is not perfect with this scene …
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| Thanks to Sculpture by the Sea |
All too often it is destroyed by …
A stranger who sits so close that you no longer need your own insect repellent, or sunscreen for that matter;
The towel shaker who blindly goes right ahead, not once but three times, without first checking the wind direction;
The recently divorced woman who decides everyone on the beach needs to be fully cognisant of every single detail of her recent enhancement operation.
While it’s true that you can never rely on getting a car park or an awesome swell, there is one thing that can be guaranteed with every trip to the beach … there’s always at least one cock on the beach. If only there was a way to easily identify them before you picked your spot on the sand.
Perhaps I ponder …
India’s Subodh Kerkar was onto something, with the large fibreglass and rubber entry in this years Sculpture by the Sea.
Perhaps in a show of community spirit, fellow beachgoers could unknowingly position small rubber replicas behind said ‘cocks’. Little beacons of compassion. I’m sure, if discovered, the target would simply smile assuming the beacon was meant for the person next to them.
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Stopped going to the beach, aside from other people being in my way the sand annoys me xxx