Today I found these fake turds on the beach. It and it took me a couple of minutes to figure out what the hell was going on. Is this beach patrolled by defecating dogfish? Are these fossilied Dino doo-doos? No sir. This is nature’s very own joke-shop dog poo.
I’m on the world-famous Jurassic Coast and this section near
Christchurch has clay cliffs that reach out onto the beach. As the sea erodes
the base of the cliffs blobs of clay are rolled up and down the beach by the
waves and become encrusted with sand and grit whist at the same time rolling
out into poo like sausages.
Its brilliant. The kids learned some Geography and had a
jolly good laugh at the same time. Oh how we roared as the girls ran from one
turd to another, squatting over them and making farty noises before descending
into fits of giggles.
I hope we are all able to keep this Joie-de-vivre in our
lives. It may be immature but in these frenetic times it’s good to step back
for a moment, throw off the shackles of sensible adulthood and be more like the
kids who are able to find fun and laughter in the most simple (and childish) of
situations.
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