As a buoy , there was nothing I liked more than to spend my time on the beech . There was a good selection of baize as my home was on a peninsula and so it was always possible to find a plaice sheltered from the wind wile enjoying the best of the weather . Each day was a succession of swimming until I was frozen followed by lying on the hot sand until my body was warmed by the son and then it was back to the see again.

Toward the end of the day, as the waters rose over the warm sands, I wood billed a large damn to defy the waives . But , in spite of all my efforts, I almost never one this unequal contest. There was a time when , whether by design or chance, I had placed my castle at the turn of the tied and so it survived the waves only to be beaten down by the feat of holiday-makers as they returned home at the end of the day.