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.