The Next Adventure...
The Blue Lagoon shimmers in the afternoon sunlight. We stand transfixed - waiting on tenterhooks for the slippery doe-eyed head to appear from the tranquil depths once more.
‘There’! I cry, pointing left. The squashed whiskered face stares up at us for the briefest of moments and then disappears once more. We’ve been standing on this spot for the best part of an hour now, watching with rapt attention as a young seal pup plays contentedly in the still waters of the Blue Lagoon at Abereiddi on the Pembrokeshire coast. It’s megaton mother snoozes languorously on a nearby slab of rock. She occasionally lifts an eyelid to survey the scene, ensuring that her boisterous offspring hasn’t strayed too far from the ample maternal bosom. This life-affirming encounter is merely the latest in a day positively bursting at the seams with wondrous wildlife sightings. The trek along the coast from the nearby city of St David’s, where we’re currently holidaying, has yielded kestrels, guillemots, gulls and more seals than you can shake your blubber at. Not to mention mile upon mile of staggeringly beautiful coastline.
‘This is it old thing’ I say, taking Tasha dearest by the hand. She looks at me questioningly.
‘The next adventure I mean… The Pembrokeshire Coast Path. Imagine 200 miles of this’.
‘You could do worse’ She replies, returning her eyes to the water as the seal pup emerges once more and resumes its enchanting game of peek-a-boo.
‘I say, here’s a thought: How about you come with me this time?’ I mean to say, dear reader, can you imagine such a thing? Tasha and myself side-by-side for an entire expedition? A chance for you to finally discover what really makes the elusive T tick? She could even write some of the thing? Two narrators for the price of one. Just think, you’d get to view your intrepid hero from the third person perspective. I’m envisaging passages such as: ‘Then S Reynolds (ours is a formal relationship) stood atop the cairn and gazed across the mighty landscape… like a lion, powerful yet wise. Reader… I love him’. This is going to be fantast…
‘Yeah, that’s never going to happen’.
‘Right you are dearest’.
Undeterred by this cruel rebuff from the lips of my own true love, my mind is made up and in the weeks that follow our brief but first-rate sojourn in the United Kingdom’s smallest city, I duly set about planning the thing.
‘There’! I cry, pointing left. The squashed whiskered face stares up at us for the briefest of moments and then disappears once more. We’ve been standing on this spot for the best part of an hour now, watching with rapt attention as a young seal pup plays contentedly in the still waters of the Blue Lagoon at Abereiddi on the Pembrokeshire coast. It’s megaton mother snoozes languorously on a nearby slab of rock. She occasionally lifts an eyelid to survey the scene, ensuring that her boisterous offspring hasn’t strayed too far from the ample maternal bosom. This life-affirming encounter is merely the latest in a day positively bursting at the seams with wondrous wildlife sightings. The trek along the coast from the nearby city of St David’s, where we’re currently holidaying, has yielded kestrels, guillemots, gulls and more seals than you can shake your blubber at. Not to mention mile upon mile of staggeringly beautiful coastline.
‘This is it old thing’ I say, taking Tasha dearest by the hand. She looks at me questioningly.
‘The next adventure I mean… The Pembrokeshire Coast Path. Imagine 200 miles of this’.
‘You could do worse’ She replies, returning her eyes to the water as the seal pup emerges once more and resumes its enchanting game of peek-a-boo.
‘I say, here’s a thought: How about you come with me this time?’ I mean to say, dear reader, can you imagine such a thing? Tasha and myself side-by-side for an entire expedition? A chance for you to finally discover what really makes the elusive T tick? She could even write some of the thing? Two narrators for the price of one. Just think, you’d get to view your intrepid hero from the third person perspective. I’m envisaging passages such as: ‘Then S Reynolds (ours is a formal relationship) stood atop the cairn and gazed across the mighty landscape… like a lion, powerful yet wise. Reader… I love him’. This is going to be fantast…
‘Yeah, that’s never going to happen’.
‘Right you are dearest’.
Undeterred by this cruel rebuff from the lips of my own true love, my mind is made up and in the weeks that follow our brief but first-rate sojourn in the United Kingdom’s smallest city, I duly set about planning the thing.
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