We’re safely back at the Tranquility Pool after a near-drowning incident at the beach.
The Cackler was supine on the sand after a long walk this morning when I decided to trust to the tides and enjoy a short swim. The beach sloped steeply where it met the water and the sand was not firm underfoot. Within seconds I was knocked down and submerged in crashing waves. It didn’t matter as I was planning to get wet anyhow.
I swam feebly into the breakers and barely blinked when the sea washed away my reading glasses which I’d forgotten were on the top of my head. For twenty minutes or so I was tossed and turned in the tumult and, when I felt neither my sinuses nor my lungs could take it any more, I made for shore.
Now, as you know I broke my wrist at Christmas and it is still not strong. What you may not know is that I badly stubbed the toes on my right foot in a bath-related incident before coming to Miami. They too may be broken. I am also a martyr to my knees.
Wading back towards dry land, I was knocked down by a killer wave and immediately buffeted by another bucketful of salty spray. I was beached on the beach with one hand and one foot that couldn’t gain traction on the strand. With knees that could do nothing, I felt completely unhinged. From high on the beach, the Cackler waved as my head was once more towed under. I could hear the theme from Robinson Crusoe playing as my ear was rubbed along the seashells in the shingle. Eventually, as I tried to commando crawl along the coastline using my elbows, the Cackler came to my rescue. She hauled me out rather as one would land a whale. Snot-covered and covered in shale and seaweed, I lay gasping at the tideline. “Get up” she said ” before they send a patrol to guide you out into open water”
Of my specs, no sign. I hope they are enjoying their adventures on the high seas. Oh, the places they’ll go…