TATHRA AND THE LOST SEA LEGS
Our first trip to Tathra on the far south coast of New South Wales we met up with our daughters, including a special little lady – our granddaughter Eloise - and spent the week building sand castles and exploring the surrounding area. We had a wonderful time.
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On the Saturday morning of our departure from Tathra, we all met for coffee at a beach play area with a ‘pirate ship’ for Eloise to command. (She’s become very proficient at giving orders.) So we proceeded merrily to play our version of Captain Feathersword (a Wiggles reference). I happened to wise-crack when she tripped on a piece of wood near the ‘ship’– “Oh, you look like you’ve lost your sea legs.” – to which Eloise began searching all around her, with a concerned expression across her little brow. We soon realised that she had taken me seriously and was literally “looking for her lost sea legs”.
I’m glad I didn’t say something like, “Well, blow me down,” for she might well have tried to do just that and I might be limping now like old John Silver! (“Ah, Jim, me lad!”)
Anyway, on thinking about this incident with Eloise and the lost sea legs, when I returned home I wrote this little bit of nonsense for her to read when she is older.
LOST SEA LEGS
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