Pastor of the beach

Having decided to pull out the trusty Casiotones (CT202 and CT501 respectively) along with a few other electronic  items, some metals and a trusty contact microphone, the scene was set to impeach the memory of a beach scene that I had never experienced.

Marseillan plage is a wonderful beach on the Mediterranean, and I have only experienced it in the rip-roaring heat of August. I’d imagine it to be a beautiful if not somewhat more solemn and sinister off-season. I’d like to hope it would sound like this in November.

Contrary to popular belief, cats can like water. If one came with me to Marseillan plage, it would feel locked in cycles of fun, synchronised almost perfectly with the crashing of the waves. Or perhaps not.

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