Wrong metaphor for the beach but that’s how it feels …
Swimmer contemplates his winter dip while seagulls stand by ...
And I’m contemplating changing my online name from beachblogger to beachwhinger. Because now I’ve injured my foot, which makes walking the beach painful. Does the Creator have a sense of humour? If so, what kind?
It happened last week … and there’s great irony in the situation. I had to renew my First Aid certificate for teaching, and in the attempt to vigorously resuscitate a rubber torso during the class, I bent my toes back under me as, in line with six other students, I administered CPR. (Our instructor, a traumatised ex-army medic, barking at us all the while.)
Tip-toeing through the waves ...
Well I’ve got my certificate but now the foot is bound up and I can scarcely hobble down the street.
Luckily my visit to the beach when I first got back from Warrnambool has provided me with these shots to go on with while I wait for the foot to heal …
Including this little spider … eventually everyone seems to make it to the beach …
This little chap made it to the waterfront ... he's got eight feet and they're all functioning well, but I don't like his chances in the water ...
Nice pictures! Liked ‘em!
Taa.
Happy first day of Spring BtB – bet you’re happy the warmer days are on their way.
I had a humiliating situation at my First Aid course. A roomful of us were doing that long stretch of CPR and were all in the zone. Then somehow, for no apparent reason, the head of my dummy fell off and I screamed, “Oh my God I’ve killed him!” It just came out…makes me go red just thinking about it…
Love it! What happened next?
Ewww…what kind of spider is that?
Not sure … just a little one, about the size of a fingernail … nevertheless I didn’t try to pat him …