... and Life's A Beach - like it says on this blog's header. If only. Tomorrow, May 3rd, means it's a year since Madeleine McCann was abducted from her family's holiday apartment in Portugal. There's an opportunity to think about this one precious life at noon on Fistral Beach, Newquay tomorrow.
Some of the folks that are campaigning to keep the investigation alive have asked me to spread the word about the balloon release that's happening there - 365 balloons for each of the days that Madeleine's been missing. It's the least I can do. Just turn up to show your support.
Coincidentally, I was cataloguing some pictures that I'd taken around Fistral last October. It was big blue sky day and all was well with the world. Here's one of my Nippers pointing at the seagull that's about to dive bomb my beanie. As a parent, I can only wonder how the McCanns keep going - perhaps, as they say, "hope springs eternal."
Last November, in a rather melancholic state of mind, I referred in this post to coming across a vicious car crash on my way back from the "school run". A few of us stood around directing traffic, waited for the emergency services to arrive and tried to comfort a young man trapped in the car all crumpled up around his face and body. At the time, and until yesterday when he made the headlines in our local paper, I'd no idea who the bloke was. It makes for compelling reading - and there's that hope thing again. Good on ya Pete!
Frivolous surfing froth will be resumed asap.