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‘A walk on the wild side’.

Posted by Big John on December 17, 2007

sunday-m-001.jpgNo, I’m not spending Christmas on some palm fringed beach as you might think from the photograph on the left. In fact it was taken on my Sunday morning walk, and this ‘blow up’ Santa was the nearest thing I saw to a human being on my way to the sea shore.

It wasn’t only Santa’s reindeer that had red noses, as the weather was bloody freezing.

When I reached the beach there was not a windsurfer or yachtsman in sight. Even the usual dog walkers were nowhere to be seen.

I had the place completely to myself …


I enjoyed a few minutes of solitude and sea air before setting off at a brisk pace towards my Sunday lunch.

I was soon joined by a feline friend who had decided, like sunday-m-010.jpgme, that he was tired of being alone out in the cold.

My furry companion followed along behind me until I was almost home.

I wonder if I should invite him to lunch ? I thought.

Perhaps he would enjoy some roast beef and Yorkshire pud.

I turned, but he was gone.

Could it be, I wondered, that he preferred …

hunting inflated reindeer ?   😉 



3 Responses to “‘A walk on the wild side’.”

  1. Ginnie said

    That cat looks a little shifty to me…perhaps he has a plan in mind…maybe one swipe with his claw and the Santa will no longer be inflated. Check it out on your next walk, John.

  2. gawilli said

    The only thing worse than the inflated reindeer, are the ones that have lost their bluster and lay lifeless on the front yards. This craze had overtaken the area in which I live. I’ll pass.

  3. Terri said

    It might have been cold and it might have been lonely…but OH, what a beautiful scene and place to walk.
    That cat is adorable….I thought for sure maybe you were going to adopt the kitty.

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