I need practice!!

Words.  My words.

My bay at sunrise when the tide's out

“I had the right to remain silent, but I didn’t have the ability.” 

~ Ron White

Neither do I.

Would that I could adequately describe an image with words.

In this case, with THIS image, words are superfluous.

The image says it all.

That magical moment that defies description

THAT morning was magical.

It took all the words, the angst, the confusion and blew it into the stratosphere.

Life is about living, NOT just existing and I need to remember that.

I asked the significant other to HOLD the camera whilst I replied to Em's text .... NOT to use it!

The hound has it sussed.

So does Sam.

They have no need of words.

They express themselves in a thousand ways WITHOUT uttering a sound.

Zak, Chocolat and Sam ... a Labrador Puddle

The Shag that Em's and I were stalking

Not so me.

I use a thousand words and more to express myself

and STILL don’t always get my meaning across.

It’s that ‘words falling out of my mouth’ thingy.

TOO many words.  

They tumble out, tripping over one another in their haste to be heard.   It’s not a pleasant sight.

Wine time at "The Spa @ 52"

I need PRACTICE!! 

Loads of it!

A fiery sunset at rugby on Saturday night

I should take a leaf out of Sam’s book.

He’s practised so much at being a feet-seeking missile that he can SMELL us on the beach BEFORE he sees us.

  His race along the beach is fast and furious and only ends when he flings ... yes FLINGS ... his body at my feet and turns upside down for the mandatory tummy rub.

Zak and his reflection

NO words are necessary to express his delight at seeing us. 

It’s BIZARRE but this is Sam.

Words ARE necessary when the time comes to LEAVE the beach though.

Both hounds would stay all day if they could.  

So would I.

I’m convinced they were both BEACH BUMS in a previous life.

That’s why they’re so practised at sand surfing and wave wallowing.

The sand and the waves are where they’re happiest.

I can understand why. 

It’s my happy place too.

Life. is. beautiful.

“Because of your smile, you make life more beautiful.” 

~ Thich Nhat Hanh

Sky Tower all lit up on Saturday night

One day I will find the right words ....

"I urge you to be as impudent as you dare. 

BE BOLD, BE BOLD, BE BOLD." 

- Susan Sontag

Baby Sadie on the beach

LOGOLEPSY ... me to a T.

This is EXACTLY what my mornings are!

Those of you who know me well will know that to be TRUE

... if you know what the word means, that is.  

I have a lemming that suffers from this malady too.

Yes, it’s a noun and no, it’s not an illness of any kind.  

The middle lemming, with her knowledge of ancient history and Greek

should know what it means.  

The rest of you I’ll keep in suspense for a moment longer.

There’s a lovely new site on FB ... well, new to me that is 

.... that describes a fascination with words as a pornography of sorts.  

Word Porn.  

It’s a page very aptly named.

They have words on there that I’ve NEVER heard of before.  

As my lemmings will attest, I walk, eat and sleep dictionaries

so finding this site is exciting in the extreme! 

Reflections are my downfall ... just love them!

Yes I know.  I’m weird. 

Logolepsy is a fascination or obsession with words

 ... something I can DEFINITELY relate to.

Whilst I'm IN the waves throwing balls for the hounds, Carol's multi-tasking on the beach
..... looking after my chattels and talking on her phone!

This fascination with words and their construction has stood me in good stead.  It probably stems from my schooldays when I studied Latin for 5 years, a recommended subject for those wishing to study veterinary science.  Over the years though I’ve appreciated and understood more the insight it’s given me into words and their origin. 

It’s simple.  Latin aids literacy.  

It engenders a  better ability to breakdown, understand and spell words hitherto unseen.  There is a great utility to the language and it’s sad that it’s not still part of the school curriculum.

As Plato observed, 

"Ignorance, the root and stem of all evil." 

Logolepsy and Latin aside, this new site has spawned a whole host of new words and avid  afficiandos.  On a daily basis now I’m accosted with new words and a demand to define them.  I’ve given up protesting that it’s not fair.  Some of these words have yet to be approved for inclusion in the more revered of dictionaries.

I admit defeat and the victor departs, smiling serenely at their ability to befuddle me.

This kitty cat is so naughty.  He sits in front of the hound and she won't walk past him.
He has her sussed!

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”

 ~ Jack Kerouac

They're just MIMICKING our behavour!

The hounds - yes, PLURAL -  had as much to say as ME this morning!

First time I've seen the Sparrows feeding off a Callistemon shrub.

... and that’s REALLY unusual.  

Or is it?

Sam belongs to one of the FEW people who has MORE words falling out of her mouth than even I do.  

Yep you better believe it.  

There’s someone else on this planet who’s NEVER at a loss for words. 

 It’s an oddity that she’s called Carol too.

Even when he's dirty, he's gorgeous.

It’s not much of a mystery then to understand why our hounds are so vociferous when they’re together. 

They’re just mimicking our behaviour.  

It’s so obvious I can’t understand why I didn’t work that one out sooner.  

And NO, it’s NOT because I’m blonde.

The closest I got to the Kingfishers today was along the telephone lines.

I think the hounds like the sound of their own voices but I don’t think the elderly locals find it quite as amusing as we do.

One Labrador barking on the beach is quite enough. 

TWO Labradors barking on the beach is a CANINE CACAPHONY.  

Add Indy to the mix and it’s definitely NOT a Labrador LULLABY that you’re listening to.  

Anything but!

It starts off quietly enough.  

Both hounds minding their own business, busily digging trenches in the sand

 .... until one hound finds a log.  My hound.

Look Sam .... look what I've got!

They’re just like toddlers.  What one hound has, the other one wants.  

That’s when the conversation begins.  

Sam wants the log.  

The hound won’t let him have it.  

He’s persistent.  She’s stubborn.  

He sneakily tries to grab it.  She tells him off.  

He yells at her.  She yells back.

Sam trying to sneak it away from her

I join in and tell them BOTH to stop barking.  

They yell at me so I yell back.

.... but she's having NONE of it!

The cycle’s broken when I throw the log in the waves.  BOTH hounds charge after it.  Sam’s usually the FASTER swimmer but he’s light and when the waves are choppy, she has the advantage. With log to hand, she twists and turns to prevent Sam grasping the log too but he’s got wise to that trick and just leaps over her!

Tranquillity is restored ONLY when we leave the beach.

The elderly locals must breathe a sigh of relief when they see that happening.

Talking of elderly locals  ... I think we might have met our nudist this morning.  

Fully dressed fortunately!

No, he's NOT young and NO, he's NOT a fine physical specimen ... as the daily tabloids would say.

He's just an elderly gentleman who likes to swim 'au naturel' .

Browns Island looking gorgeous in the morning sun.

"The secret of genius is to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means NEVER losing your enthusiasm." 

~ Aldous Huxley

Mr. Heron having his morning tea.

This young chap put on quite a skillful display this morning.

Impressive jumping by our Kite Surfer!