We were sat half way along the breakwater in Brixham harbour, Darrell licked his finger and then held it up in the air to see if the wind conditions were right, I checked the times of the tides on the notice board on beach masters hut and Nigel said something like “When the seagull doth fly high, ‘tis a bonny tide to let ye bottle float on by” or words to that effect, goodness only knows where he got that little nugget from!
Anyway, we cast our bottle out into the sea, to hopefully travel the oceans on a journey of an epic type nature…….. hoping that it wouldn’t get swallowed by a whale or some other large marine creature…..
We all then took a little time for contemplative reflection , each lost in our thoughts, pondering our bottles fate……. only time will tell. Then Darrell suggested an ice cream ….. which broke our solemn mood - I had passion fruit chessecake, Nigel had a coconut delight and Darrell had a chocolate fudge brownie ….. nom, nom nom.