bird poop

so it’s a really sunny Saturday in June and I’m lazing on the beach in my bikini with my friend. As we don’t get many Saturdays like that in England, the beach was packed – a sea of white chests for miles on end and sandals with white socks (which is another thing I must add to my hate list!).

we were both chatting away, enjoying the warmth and i decided to go and buy us both a drink. As I sat up, I felt something wet and cold hit my shoulder. It was an automatic reaction – I couldn’t help it – I let out a yelp at the top of my voice. This was perfect to draw everyone’s attention to what was about to happen next…

i looked up to try and see what had hit me – only to find a pidgeon emptying his tummy – right in to my eye. At this point I was completely inconsolable, not helped by the little boy led to the side of us turning to his mum and saying “Ew mum, that’s gross”. I eventually made it to the showers, squinting through my splattered eyelashes. Don’t you just love the British seaside?

bird poop