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From: SKEOCH <alan.skeoch@rogers.com>Subject: High Flying adventure on a grey windy evening at North BeechDate: October 12, 2018 at 9:43:05 PM EDTTo: Marjorie Skeoch <marjorieskeoch@gmail.com>, benoitdargis@gmail.com
(Note to any reader: All dialogue is alan talking to himself. Silly at times, he knows that…but alan thinksthe dialogue makes the pictures come to life. Sometimes it may seem that Marjorie is speaking butthat is fake news. Of course some people never read the dialogue anywayso alan inserts a little test. In this case the test is simple, where is NORTH BEECH?)SOARING WITH THE WIND ON A LONELY BEACH
alan skeochOct. 11, 2018THE gate to North Beach, Prince Edward County, sported a huge padlock. Closed for the season…abandoned save for the two cars parked half in the ditch and half out.At the end of a Dead End road. Eerie. Solitary.This was not tourist time. The sky was grey…the wind was ferocious…the weather was getting colder by the second…and the sun was setting. Perfect settingfor adventure.“Woody needs a walk, Alan…I doubt anyone would care if we slipped under the padlock. No one here…”“Wind is blowing fiercely…first time this year in winter coats.”“What is that funny blue thing way up in the sky…looks like a balloon…half a balloon”“Holy Cow, we are not alone…”“Two people way out in the surf … racing with the wind …”“Sailboarding…”“With a couple of miles of surf foaming its way to the beech.”“Flying.”“Faster than a speeding bullet as was said in the comic books”“Well, not quite but fast enough to lift those guys into the sky at times.”“Wonder who they are?”“Woody will find out…there he goes racing the wind to greet those guys.”“Might be afraid of dogs.”“Any persons who attach themselves to a billowing kite in lashing wind will not be afraid of a dog like Woody.”“Hi fellows, where you from?”“Montreal.”“Long way from home, how come?”“The surf here is breathtaking…seems to be end of that Hurricane called Michael”(On the left is Benoit Dargis…missed out on his friend’s name)“Seems a bit dangerous Benoit?”“Not really…we stay away from those big boulders on the south end.”“Did Woody bother you when you benched?”“No…does he bite?”“licks a lot…wags tail a lot…presses his warm and tender body against us a lot…but does not know the meaning of the word bite.”“Would you boys like butter tarts?”“No…no…ok…Yes…mmmmmmm!”“See Alan in the car with furrowed brow…we’ll leave him one tart, OK?”“OK…and here’s a jar of honey from Quebec…from our own bee hives.”And so the little bit of adventure ended.Post Scrip Below”“Well, Woody, what say we buy one of those rigs?”“I like my four legs on the ground, Alan.”“You don’t have to fly, Woody, your job would be to pull a beech cart with all the stuff.”“Forget it, alan, another lamebrain idea of yours that will never see the light of day.”“Sometimes Woody you break my heart.”“Get over it….”
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