'Selfish Pig'

He stole the last space in the staff car park.

When I saw this pig today, I was reminded of the time I was running along Whiting Bay beach with my mum and the dog in the summer of 1978. I'd turned around (while still running) to call Smiddy and when I turned again I came face to face with a pink dried pig laying splayed on it's back on the beach.

Dead!

We can safely say I was deeply traumatised by the sght of the poor pig.

...........................Until that is, I jumped on a dead seal a few years later, while jumping from rock to rock on the beach.

Now that really was traumatising!