Tough ring recovery yesterday.
My ‘informant’ who was to show me my start point was a very red-eyed and teary 7 yo (been subjected to many grumblings since she lost the family ring in the sea 3 days ago).
First off, we were at the wrong beach (heeeere we go ) so everyone piled into the cars to hop around to the next bay.
As Mum, Auntie, Sniffling Ms. 7 and I headed down onto the beach it quickly became apparent there was no start point other than “somewhere…” the quivering pointy finger indicating about 200m of highly mobile surf beach - Followed by another torrent of tears.
I ran a few questions past the elders, “where does the family normally go when at the beach? At the ends, or in the middle?”, “Is she a water-baby, or does she prefer to play in the sand” that sort of thing. The fact that she is a water-baby who also loves being anywhere on a beach didn’t really firm up a start point. So, I drew some Guidelines in the sand and waded out to what would have been just over waist height for a 7yo and proceeded to sweep…and sweep…and sweep…
Lots of seaweed, ali and shells suggesting the beach was building didn’t bode well, but stuck to the pattern. 3Hours later with nothing more than a half dozen crown caps and can tabs I waded in to give the bad news.
As soon as I started with, “I’m sorry…” Ms. 7 started the water features again. I explained to Mum that due to no effective start point and the time delay it was probably not worth continuing at this time, but I would add it to my Black Book for any future visits… And quietly suggested that Ms. 7 get an ice block for being so helpful.