Modesty is a vastly overrated virtue.

We managed to ‘discover’ a new beach the other day. As it is somewhat off the beaten track (well, down a dirt road really), there is very little sign that anyone else uses it much. This makes Calverts Beach the perfect place to continue our Patented Pirate Preparation Programme (PPPP)!

Here we can perfect the fine art of charging at the enemy shouting curses and promises to eat their eyeballs and use their skull for a breakfast bowl [See above]…

Practice our scaling of potentially deadly cliff faces to sack entire towns, ~~raping~~ making inappropriate remarks and pillaging along the way…

Try-out prospective hasty retreats in case we’re overestimated our capacities and face routing/walking the plank/being hung drawn and quartered…

Yo ho ho and a bellyful of ~~rum~~ pink milk etc etc

Comments

Roddy said…

What a great shot of the "Beach Boys". I hope that name isn't copyrighted.
If nothing else the intrepid explorers should get nice and fit running up and over the sand dunes.
Next they will have to practice digging for buried treasure. Or perhaps practice burying it it.

15 January 2011 at 20:37

Carola said…

This realy does look like the perfect place.

Great shots with your pirate gang.

Do you never thought, it could cause a problem,if you name your treasue beach?

Ah, and the photo from Jen on the beach is wonderful. She must love this. It is nice when Jen comes in the picture.

16 January 2011 at 00:48

Kris McCracken said…

Roddy, no rubbish their either.

Carola, we tried another new beach yesterday. Not my favourite.

16 January 2011 at 13:45

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

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This will hurt me...

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