Mummy is scared of swans! I never knew this until this afternoon. We went to Mudeford Quay when the rain stopped and the sun poked out a tiny bit, but when we got there the winds were high and the tide was very high, so when we went to the harbour path the water was lapping over the edges.
Daddy turned away to look at a birdie and when he looked back he saw there was a swan right behind Mummy and me. Mummy shrieked and jumped away, and suddenly it seemed like every swan in the world could see our bread (and Daddy's Danish pastry) and started to clamber out of the water together. It was awesome!
Mummy didnt think so though. Even when Daddy became the bread-waving Pied Piper of Mudeford and led about a dozen of them away and even hand-fed the really pushy ones, Mummy kept calling his name when one or two stray ones came to play with us because Amber had another loaf of bread. He seemed to be a bit busy protecting his Danish though. He said one swan that wouldn't leave him alone must have a Sweet Beak.
Just when we thought Daddy had managed to take them all over to him, he saw that one swan had been wandering across the green all by itself and was coming up behind us. We think maybe it was the Goth Swan from the other night. Mummy and I had to get away very quickly as we thought it might bite us or make us listen to Marilyn Manson or something.
Once Daddy had managed to get most of the swans back in the water with a trail of bread we went to the main part of the Quay where the sea is. And I saw something I've never seen before - because of the wind and the very high tide the sea was crashing into the sea wall and was washing and crashing right over the edge under the rails and into the car park. People's car tyres were getting wet, and you couldn't walk along some of the main pathway unless you wanted your feet to get really wet.
There are three levels to the sea wall part of the quay, two steps and then a big five foot high wall. There were a few bits where the water was actually splashing up on top of the whole wall! My big sister is so brave, she decided to walk the whole length of the upper step and back again despite the big waves crashing up. Daddy said the sea missed its cue because when she got to the other end and waved at us a huge wave crashed up and would have soaked her all over - about five seconds after she started walking back.
Where the railing meets the sea wall the waves meet something weird called a 'cross-current', Daddy says, so the waves look like they are going to roll right in over the edge but then sort of stop. But today when there was only a small wave going sideways when a really big one rolled in it really did wash all the way over and soak everyone's feet who was within about thirty feet of the edge - Mummy said Amber could play chicken with it because some other children with wellies on were already doing it. And the sea won because she got soaked up to the knees in the first minute, hehehehe.
Daddy said that would happen because Amber usually gets her feet wet when they walk the beach to Granny and Grandad's and they go next to the tide. We always make sure she has an extra pair of socks and trousers just in case.
We are going to buy a tide timetable so we can try and visit the Quay at high tide again when its windy, and also next time Mummy and Daddy promise they will remember their mobile phones so they can get some pictures of the giant waves. Poor lambs, they just aren't up there in the hightech age like I am.
Daddy says that sometimes in the winter when the sea is really stormy they have to close the entire car park and stop the cars getting in because the sea rolls all the way over and floods it out. I'd love to see that.
By the way, tonight I am trying out my new baby sleeping bag for the first time as my little lungs need the window open a bit but this means its getting cold. As I like to be really close and snuggly in my cot this should help me sleep better. Wish Mummy and Daddy luck!
Night night and sleep tight everyone.
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