Serpents at the seaside

Today involved a trip to the beach to a place called Barmouth, so called because it is the where you find the mouth of the Bar. A huge serpent sort of beast with a large mouth that eats things as is traditional with huge serpents.

It was a nice day although there was the one cloud that insisted in hovering about between us and the sun, but it was OK because in general it was quite warm.  Anyway that was about it nothing else happened so I am off to draw the Bar now . . . time permitting as a picture of it will give it far more street cred, than me just sort of saying we saw this huge thing that ate folk and scared the donkeys. They did not look happy donkeys having to spend their day giving small children rides up to a post and back, It was not very far even for a small child or bored donkey. Still the Donkeys cheered up once the serpent ate the children and the parents ran about screaming, I’m sure the next high tide will remove all the blood and bits.

The sand dunes appear to get bigger every time we go there too, but it has been a while even the falling down barn has been repaired. . . . . .when did that happen.

I know this is very boring but I have Writers Block and I have been out all day (at the beach). . . . 

A short Break

I am running off to join the circus (MI6) and will be back in a few days.

See you all soon

Have fun in Cyberspace. 

Reuniouns, Proof of Aliens Breeding on Earth and Dogs

Before I return to tell more of the secret mission on the South Wales coast I must first let you know I have been close to the North Wales Coast today on what was a grand reunion for old school friends. I must also add that although I was there it was not a grand reunion for my school and I did not have a clue who anyone was, and they did not know who I was, although they all knew each other. It is odd being at the grand reunion of folk who have not seen one another for up to 40 odd years or so when you have never met them before, but they were all very nice people and I got to have a nice lunch, a hot chocolate and an exciting drive along some of the wettest motorways I have ever been on which was well scary….

So while on the subject of wet scary things I should show you my proof of aliens breeding on the beaches of Saundersfoot in Pembrokeshire, because it is rather convincing. And before anyone thinks I have been tinkering with the picture I can assure you I have not. The only thing I have not worked out is do these aliens remain tiny aliens in which case they can sneak about unseen, after all I did photograph those Nano-Alien spacecraft way back when and those two bits of evidence do rather link up rather well. On the other hand they could grow into huge aliens very fast and pass themselves off as members of the yacht club; in fact could it be the local yacht club is a front for alien activity.

Note the little Alien faces as they emerge from their shells

 One other small thing I noticed about beaches is they have a strange effect on two particular creatures on the planet; both go a bit silly when placed on a nice sandy beach, Humans and Dogs.  Is there a reason for this what is in both men and dogs that makes them run about on beaches digging holes and chasing balls, is the fact that a dog will see man as a god and god is in fact dog backwards significant. Could it be that we both emerged from the primitive earth’s sea millions of years ago at the same time, man throwing his first pointy stick at his prey only to have it returned by a primitive dog wagging his tail and waiting for a treat, did this lead to the hotdog (lead . . . dog . . . Hah HAHHAH ha hah ha hah ha hah ha hah hah ah ah ah ha hhhah hahah ha hah hah ha ha ha hahah ah)