piracy

Whilst I was on my scuttle along the cliffside path back to the tent to get a couple of stickerbooks and the picnic blanket the red and yellow brick-moulds became incorporated into the spoil-heap-wall surrounding the large hole all the children were constructing, Luckily, during a break in the meal, the tide had come in sufficiently to start undercutting the edges of the walls, revealing a glint of red, which I was able to scamper down to the beach to retrieve (along with its nearby yellow companion) before it floated away,