Friday 6 June 2014

Jabberwocky ... a language NO-ONE understands.

 Looking for the light between the lamp-posts to answer whatsapp
messages on a cold and dark winter’s morning is fun!  
Such unusual colours in the sun-rise this morning ... first time I've seen so much purple!
The hound doesn’t understand the frequent pauses in our ramble.
Her reading of p-mails and replying is the USUAL cause of a pause.
Not so this morning.
The impatient stance of her body as I yet again paused under a lamp-post was palpable.
Capturing seagulls in flight is fun
I do feel a bit bad sending the hound into the waves to make them fly!
I’ve reached an age where my ability to read text on a tiny screen has drastically diminished.
Especially when the sun’s not yet up!
Glasses do help but those are securely tucked away in the backpack.
Besides, it’s much more fun to unintentionally invent new words
 and leave whatsapping friend to decipher them!

Indy waiting PATIENTLY for the coffee cup.
Even when I CAN see, auto-correct has the annoying habit of turning some of our conversations into real humdingers.
It translates everything into Jabberwocky ... a language NO-ONE understands.
A small price to pay for INSTANT communication with mates who DON’T live in the arse end of the world I guess.
It’s Friday again though, my all-time FAVOURITE day of the week!
The one day of the week when I get to ramble till the cows come home
 ... in a figurative sense that is ... 
inbetween trying to reply to whatsapp messages!
The "Traveller" and one one of the more unusual spots he choose to snooze on
Everything about a Friday is just perfect in it’s own IMPERFECT way.
Low tide was at 7.20 this morning and the sun was still trying to rise.
Even the feet-seeking missile DIDN’T disappoint.
He’s back from his holiday and, in usual feet-seeking missile style
flung himself at my feet for the obligatory tummy rub.
He makes ME feel SO loved.
Delighted to be back together again!
In true Labrador fashion he took an instant LIKING to the ROPE swing 
Julia found on the beach last week.
Who would have thought a rope could create so much fun!
Yes.  A thick ROPE hung from a TREE with a huge KNOT at the end of it.
Cheeky Sam using the hound for balance
Someone, name unknown, has hung it from a tree at the far end of the bay.  
The cliff end of the bay. 
From a tree who’s roots are exposed by the crumbling cliff face.
The Hounds LOVE it.
He's tall enough to get his paws round the knot, the hound isn't.
It’s TOO high for them to easily grasp and it MOVES when they try.
Sam, being taller than the hound, is able to get his front legs ROUND the knot.
He TIP-TOES ballerina style up and down the sand with 
loud and vocal encouragement from the hound.
It provides no END of entertainment.
Not just for the hounds but for US too.
Mornings like this are BEYOND magical.
A crispness in the air.  An iciness to the sky
MY world is just BEAUTIFUL.
"And suddenly you know
It's time to start something new and trust the magic of beginnings."
~ anon
Catching shells!

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