Aqua Purer?

‘The Pure are always with us,’ so they say,
Or is that poor-itanical display?
For pure delight the ever-present sea
Most definitely does the trick for me!


So here’s my picture of a trip today
When with the grandkids and a friend, our play
In surf gave young and old the greatest fun,
While purer-tan came from an autumn sun.

The day started with needing to rush out early for more deck sealer and various bits of hardware needed for the builder who was resuming work on our much-interrupted decks. Supervision of and assistance with these operations, and odd jobs in between, took up the morning.  Then I somehow loaded a large telephone-pole-girth post into our long-suffering vehicle and delivered it to the top of the beach path to which I have a key, in preparation for adding another step at the bottom where some washaways occurred in the last downpour.

I collected young J from school, and then we dashed across town to R’s school where I collected her and then killed time while a friend A who was coming for a sleepover had thirty minutes of ‘Reflection’. (How these modern euphemisms annoy me – this one means ‘Detention’, and actually it is the parents who should have been Detained for Reflection as they are the ones who got her to school late because of a traffic jam).

Anyway, it was then another charge back across town while three young girls juggled seatbelts and towels in order to change into swimming costumes en route.  At the beach path, I lugged my log down to the intended site (phew – it weighed a ton!), and then it was into the briny.  As observed on a visit with J the day before, a lovely sandbank had formed near the foot of the path, where some delightful body-surfing was possible.  The water was quite chill (for us!) but one quickly got used to it.

Then we all went out for supper at our favourite local eatery, which offers the best pizzas in the world by far.  Their playground equipment has been moved and was not yet in action again, but the kids enjoyed themselves nonetheless.

© June 2016 Colonialist (WordPress)

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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies.
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14 Responses to Aqua Purer?

  1. libraschild says:

    my sibling got me detained for reflection by refusing to get out the house one morning. no punishment from the lower school but i got to clean chewing gum off hte bottom of desks for about two hours because of this. was NOT impressed


  2. My reflections always involved writing out speeches from Shakespeare, and were always fully earned by me.

    I think you had a lovely day, even if you did have to supervise/actively participate in work.


  3. toutparmoi says:

    “Reflection”. Really? I can’t keep up with New-Speak.


  4. Ag hoe lekker! Dis ‘n baie streng skool daardie – ek het nog nooit van detensie vir laatkom gehoor nie. Miskien moet die hele SA se skole dit instel?


  5. colonialist says:

    🙂 I am ink-lined to agree!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Pussycat44 says:

    A day well-(s)penned!


  7. Sue says:

    Love all of the footprints! And, the little one looking onward…so classic!


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