Image by Kiifu via Flickr
We thanked the bees for the bungee to Bingie, and were about to leave, but then one introduced herself as Beatrice, before telling us not to buzz off straightaway, as they were having a bbq on the beach that night.
A bbq on Bingie beach with Beatrice and the bungeeing bees was too much to resist, so we quickly agreed in unison, and began to chill as the sun climbed to its midday peak.
Barry Joins Bee BBQ
We’d filled our bellies and were enjoying a tinnie
or two with beeautiful company
when I thought I saw a familiar face out at sea
and then realised it was Kalbarri Barry.
I asked what he was doing all the way over the other side of the ocean, and he said he was just holidaying with the family. I thought it was an amazing coincidence, but you know, these things do happen on the road.
Barry Suggests Shifty and Carry
Barry said they were setting off for Sydney the next day, and invited us along. I hadn’t shape-shifted for a while, so I suggested that I change into a bottlenose and swim with Barry and his family; pulling the others behind us on a makeshift raft.
They all agreed to the idea, and we constructed the raft after the bbq finished.
As the last embers of the fire lost their glow, we fitted the harness to the raft using the moonlight that silverlined across the ocean to our place on the sand.
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I awoke on the beach, and it was light.
There seemed to be a commotion out at sea
I wondered what it might be.
Before falling back to sleep. When I awoke again, it was raining. Once again I returned to the land of nod.
Then I was awoken by a regular splashing in our locality,
and wondered what it might be.
I thought somebody might have left a tap on, but then remembered we were on the beach and there were no taps nearby.
Bungee Jumpers Thud Spud Sands
Then I thought all the early morning activity might be the MoMo East returning from the deep after its epic battle with MiMo Moby, or Smiggin escaped from its hole, so I suddenly bolted upright.
I was relieved to see it was not MoMo, oh no; or Smiggin, thank holiculturing; but rather some bungee jumpers that seemed to be arriving from a great distance.
Bungees from Bingie
Adopting a posh phone voice I once heard spoken in an old film, I said ‘hey, hold on there old chap, don’t you think it’s a little early for that kind of caper?’
I realised he must be a local when he replied, ‘Strewth cobber, it’s never too early for some bonzer fun like this.’
I just had time to ask him where the bungees were deriving from before he started bouncing out. I could just about hear him say they were bungeeing from Bingie before he bounced out of sight.