Life's a beach -- just keep an eye out for air strikes
It looked as if the planes were racing each other to America in the sky lanes over Banna Strand. Banna had been battered by the storms. An unwanted harvest of stones was deposited on what used to be a sandy beach -- but don't worry, there is still lots of sand left for the summer holidaymakers and winter strollers. It was Saturday last. The sun shone and the only storms that blew were when kids lifted sea shells to their ears.
Looking at the traffic heading for the States reminded me of the story of two brothers who were working in the bog when one of them spotted a plane. It was a long time ago and a passing plane would have been the talk of the place.
"Look," said the big brother, "a plane."