The organizers assured everyone that they’d assured everyone there would be a king tide, but the fishing was so good that everyone forgot.
Well, next day there were backhoes on the beach digging the vehicles out. One guy opened his car door and was shoveling out armfuls of sand. Another raised his bonnet and there was the top of his engine all shiny above the neatly packed sand. They had to get all of it out before they could lift the vehicles. I’m glad I wasn’t there because, I’m afraid, I found it funny and that would have gone down like a lead balloon or a dead four-wheel drive.
on dry sand
the little plover mother’s
two perfect eggs
Postscript: Part of this beach is protected from 4WD in certain seasons because plovers nest on dry sand at the top of the beach and the 4WD run over so many nests when the tide is high. Even when they are setting eggs, Plovers always run away from the nests when anyone comes near to distract attention from the eggs. The ‘nest’ is just two eggs lying on the sand in a slight depression.
Carpe Diem #446, Beach