Not to be confused with Weekend Getaway (click the link) but to be read alongside.
“Come with me” she said.
“It will be fun.
You can escape Melbourne ,
the weather looks good
and it is sooo close”
And so I did.
Go with her, that is,
to escape Melbourne and
because it is sooo close.
Off I went, to visit Jacqui,
who put Banjo in his float, while I put myself in my bathers.
A short drive took us to a secluded beach
where she jumped nimbly onto
her horse’s back.
I emphasise the word nimbly.
Because I now had to mount Banjo;
without a mounting block,
with no reins or a mane to pull on.
There was nothing nimble about my mounting.
There was a great deal of pushing and shoving to my mounting….
By Chris, from below and behind.
Chris who is not interested in horses, does not ride and
wasn’t really going to come to beach.
I will be forever grateful she did come along –
If she had not,
I would still be trying to get onto Banjo’s back……
Which in hindsight, may not have been such a bad idea 🙂 🙂 🙂
But mount him I did.
And for sometime we savoured the delights of bareback riding
with the water warm on our legs and the sun on our backs.
Until, who knows why, but ‘we’ thought it a good idea to trot in the water.
Because, of course, Banjo could see exactly where he was putting his feet….
Until he couldn’t see, but only feel,
as his feet sunk into a crater in the ocean bed
and his head went down…..
and guess what?
So did we,
go down that is.
Down onto the ocean bed – full of sand,
But definitely with less after we visited it,
as we took an awful lot of sand home with us, clinging our bathers 🙂
We have attempted to show snippets from a video Chris was taking of us – but the video is SO much more fun.
Happily, all’s well that ends well.
Banjo didn’t go far and he had a far more sedate swim with Chris and Jacqui.
That is of course, the Chris who is not interested in horses, does not ride and
wasn’t really going to come to beach. 🙂
Back home we hosed down Banjo the dogs, and ourselves.
And then sat down to some serious drinking and laughter
as we watched that fall
over and over again.
“Come with me”, she said, “it will be fun.”
And so I did.
And it was.