Barb's Bits
Last month I walked Sandy along West Beach on a stormy Sunday morning. With the beach to Glenelg cut off by the incoming tide, we headed towards Semaphore, and Sandy was delighted with the wind, the waves, and the whole chaotic feel of the morning.
Sandy reached the swollen storm water channel before I did. Seeing two friendly Retrievers on the other side, she boldly plunged in, making it about half way across before the current started taking her out to sea.
Confused, she turned back towards where I was standing on the channel’s edge, into the current. With the incoming waves surging against the outgoing storm runoff, Sandy made poor headway. She was now 15 metres off shore and 30 metres away, eyes fixed on me, her head hidden from my sight every second or so by the choppy water, and I had to make a decision – do I hope that she makes it, do I risk her drowning, or do I go in to help her?
What would you do? I dumped my wallet, keys and phone on the shore and plunged in, boots and all, to reach her. The water only came up to the top of my thighs, but even so, it still almost knocked me over.
I was sodden, shaken and relieved, but Sandy thought it was super-exciting – no chance she has learnt anything from that experience!!
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