Cobbles

dear kobo ,,,,,,

,,,,,i can't stop clikking,,,,clikclik,,,,,please excuse me,,,,thanks for your reply,,,,

i do like sand yes,,,,, i would like to hear the story of the woman in the dunes although i like cobbles better,,,,, do you know one about cobbles?,,,,

no never mind just tell me the story of the sand,,,,, i do like sand especially,,,,, apart from cobbles i like it best much better than gravel,,,,i do,,,,

the reason i clik clik,,,like cobbles is they are a better place to hide ,,,,, you would know,,,, being a cobble yourself,,,,,oh i don't mean to be rude,,,o sorry kobo,,,,,you are much more than a cobble,,,

a lobster can lurk in cobbles i am a lobster i like to lurk,,, it is safer from predators there,,,,i don't suppose you have any predators ,,,no of course not,,,,ha ha,,,,silly me,,,,,

but you would laugh kobo to know that if you were a living clam one of your predators might clikclik,,,,be me,,,,i would let you go though yes i would,,,,,

i don't know how i am going to find you,,,,,, what is a window sill,,,,,, i have been asking around ,,,,i don't have many friends to ask,,,,i asked a prawn it said nick off,,,,clikclik,,,,,

but i will not give up,,,,, yes i am a boy i'm glad you are a girl although of course it doesn't mean anything,,,,, i am looking forward to the story of the sand from your own lips,,,,mmm

your friend,

ageless xx

Magic Things At The Beach

Yesterday it was. We were sitting on a low stone wall the three of us, looking towards the sea, the sea was far away. A man walked close to the edge in a northerly direction, he wore dark shorts and no top covering his portly belly, a full white beard bobbed up and down under his chin. We knew at once it must be father christmas.

At the star of greece we saw that an item on the menu came served with sea foam.

The sea at port willunga was the colour of something that one of us remembered eating. It was a boiled sweet. I asked if it was crystomint, he said it wasn't then he thought again and said that probably it was.

There was a place where part of the rocky reef looked like a giant hand. It had four fingers and a thumb that was why. It didn't point towards the sea no it didn't but it was oriented towards the sea the tips of the fingers were to seaward.

I found a treasure it was a fossilised clam. Not embedded in a rock this clam it was an entity a rock that used to be a clam. I picked it up my daughter said it must have looked into the face of the medusa. She thought there must still be a little clam inside she rattled it next to her ear she said she could hear something, but when I tried I couldn't.

I found another rock it was small and white. I carried it for fifty metres then I tossed it in the air. A man and a dog were looking I didn't know they were looking I wouldn't have done it if I knew. I would have done it later.

In the seaweed there was something small and red it was a rubber bung.

Also in the seaweed was a tiny orange crab it was dead I picked it up. It had not lived forever like they say the lobster does although that is not quite fair even a lobster can have an accident.