Annie and I were doing a few bits and pieces in the car
and I looked in the rear vision mirror and she was holding a stick.
I remember that she often has a stick these days,
and so I said, shall we get some more sticks??
It was a cold cold day and she was wearing tiny shorts,
so we popped into the local oppy and brought a hat and pants
and suitably clad drove down to the beach.
There we walked in the sand and let the wind blow us.
We picked up sticks and stones and shells.
Annie moved purposefully about the beach following her own instructions.
Stopping whenever she spied a new treasure.
By and by the sun came out, and off came a few layers
and I sat in the sand with Annie and she worked with her sticks.
They we got a pottle of hot salty chips and took our treasures home.