Bigbury
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sat 24 Mar 2012 23:47
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Bigbury
I felt
too ill this morning to raise my head. Chest is fed up with the elephant that is
using it as a bench, ribs sore from coughing, cheesed off with the necessary
addiction to Strepsils and generally feeling quite sorry for myself.
I managed
a quiet morning until I heard MOTH say in a voice that Hattie Jacques would take
no prisoners with: “We are going to fill your lungs with fresh sea air at Bigbury.”
I’d
rather chew my own foot off but one look from the Mistress Of The House and I
was in the car before you could say – in a flash.
Dogs
loaded, Assistant Master of the House drove and soon we were in tourist/dog
walking mode. I wrapped a jumper around my head, choked in the healing air and
put one foot in front of the other on the cold sand.
“Marvellous.” said Hattie. Too weak to argue I nodded
vacantly.
As the
young and fit did surfing stuff, Biaga dug a hole
whilst Small Person looked on; all I could think of
was surviving the bitter wind and whether my strength would get me to the
Pilchard Inn (on Burgh Island - as the tide was out it would have been wrong not
to). A stiff libation now my only goal in life. Arriving at the pub Biaga
slurped at a water bowl - from her beard a small sand castle was left as a thank
you.
Seated
with my idea of medicinal support, we watched the world go.
Out with a
brace of Bergamasco Shepherds there are many questions from passers-by. This young man wanted a comparative head shot.
Little
has changed in this pretty corner of Devon and it
brought back happy memories of family visits, even the
tractor that takes you back and forth across the causeway (when the tide
is in) looked very chipper.
I was
dragged kicking and coughing from the pub and on our return bimble across the
beach Small Person was terrified when a kite surfer came down with an alarming
THUD. Well I felt sorry for her, as after all, you don’t see too many of those
in Norway. She bolted, Biaga rounded her up and she cowered at Bear’s feet. Time to head back to the
safety of the
car.
Not before
Biaga showed us a few moves and a hip
wiggle
ALL IN ALL - ON BALANCE - I
PREFER BAILEY’S O’CLOCK TO FRESH AIR
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