Catching the Tasty Oyster of the Day

The weather outlook for today was really all too frightening good. Summerlike temperatures up to 20 C...O I love it, all those poor people, still suffering from the Cold&Wet Winter-Time Depression, now can line up for fully packed trains, busses and traffic jams. Lots of fun there, as long as I am free to return to the seaside in the evening, or even better on Monday morning.

Luckily enough we awoke at a rather early hour. So, after tea and yoghurt we left to cycle up into the dunes. And there, O Thalassa, She was in all her unending blue splendour. From North to South this deepblue curving surface turning itself into an infinite “Dome of Emptiness”. The surf was calmly overflooding the long “Zandmotor”bank with foamy stretching ripples: High Water just about to come.

The end of High Tide means a narrow beach, few gulls and oystercatchers, no cormorants, waiting for their fishing or picking chances. So we cycled on to the Southern part of the peninsula and the near beaches, in order to start our refreshing morning walk from there. A few birds showed up, a couple of dogs with their bossies throwing toys. We walked at low pace, inhaling the seawind like it should on a quiet Sunday morning.

Until we arrived at a sort of undeep creek, where some oystercatchers were busy trampling their shell food out of the sand. There we could stay “for ever”, imbued by the constant murmuring from the flat sea, slowly flooding further over the banks into the overflowing creek.

The rhythm of your breathing fusing with the swelling murmur of the rippling surf, while those red-beaked birds stood trampling with their fine red feet, updownupdownupdown...Feeling one with this catchy flooddance - Within that Moment, a pulsation of the Artery (Blake) - you click and catch your tasty Oyster of the Day.