James and the Giant Beach

A solitary figure arrived at the appointed time this morning to be greeted by giant waves and an empty beach.  Eventually after throwing a few pebbles into the briney, Pete was about 
to wander back when Sara emerged from the tunnel clutching Herman (Hildi's continually evolving life form of a cake) and a birthday ode.
 
We were soon joined by Joan, Paul, Helen and birthday boy James. The tide was nearly in and the rollers were imposing.
All decided that a paddle was the order of the day seeing as the undertow was a good 15m down the beach and cappucino surf was frothing all around.
 
James, Joan, Sara and Pete ventured into the coffee fest with the former three electing for extreme leg exfoliation by high velocity pebbles, 
while Pete strode Canute like into the maelstrom. About this time, Paul noted the imminent arrival of a particularly large wave. Had Pete seen it?
 
Of course not, he was too busy extricating himself from the previous one. The wave hit and he disappeared, tumbling and scrabbling through the foam. Crawling back up the beach past fast receding pebbles, he decided to call it a day, and looked up just in time to see Sara and Joan sliding down the beach, bourne seaward by a fresh dose of cappucino.
 
All decided that they had made an effort and that tea cake and limerick were the remainders for the session.
James was pleased that he would have braggng rights at school and Pete was pleased that at least this week he would have retained the fine 
motor skills required to put his socks on.
 
Verdict: exciting sea, a display of cormorants and two new species of cake discovered.
Water: a balmy 10 degrees
In: 7.10 out: 7.25
 
Pete