Seal today. Gone tomorrow.


Dressed in one hundred layers my dad and I hit the beach, as a piercing fresh wind muffles his intended aquatic speech.

He springs on the shore excitedly talking, I think, about those seals, as I bury my fingers into the sand to see how tickly it feels. 

Reluctantly he takes me home, the trip did not go as he had planned, and mum will definitely want to know why my nappy is full of sand.

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