Late last Sunday afternoon: a beach walk.
Dark and moody, wild wind and tiny drops of rain. Sticks and logs and foam and baby jellyfish, upon the shoreline. Fishermen. Usually my most favourite kind of beach day... however on this day, Spunky Monkey discovered a needle syringe on the edge of the dunes. On the edge of the dunes, where he and Miss Moo Moo play, where all the children play, where mum's and dad's and grandma's and grandad's sit to rest
their weary legs.
It left me quiet unsettled.
We have asked Spunky Monkey not to play in the dunes, his most favourite place to be.
This makes me sad.
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