Bach

A bright cold day with exceptional colours. In the afternoon Himself and I went off for a tiki on our own to Ligar Bay. It was stunning: chunky coarse yellow sand, crystal clear water, white shells and huge pine trees of some sort. And there was a Bach at the end of the beach, a derelict one with a history. A Bach, pronounced batch,  is a sort of holiday house. Originally it was something you could cobble together with whatever you could find wherever you fancied. Now they're a bit more desirable. The word might come from bachelor pad, or it could come from Welsh, meaning small place. The one here is the only remaining out of nine, all built in the 1940s. The others were cleared after years of wrangling in 2014 but this one will remain standing until the demise of the owner. I had a look around.  It must have felt moated when the tide was in. The building small and wooden with extensions here and there including what looked like a separate loo and shower. I just loved the blues here, rather Irish don't you think? I also liked the lock. The position isn't bad either.

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