The Bomb on the Beach


Not the title of a new novel, (although, wait  minute) but a relic of WW2 washed up in heavy seas.  I thought it would be hard to spot  on our vast eight mile expanse of sand, perhaps hidden in the dunes or already claimed back after another day of storms.  Even at a distance it was obvious; out of place, its irregular metal outline at odds with the briny foam  and scattered shells and pebbles.


There are other reminders of the second world war,  graves for bodies washed up, planes crashed into hillsides, enough to make anyone wonder. Staring  at this round bomb, imagining the force of the blast that had blown a hole a meter wide was quite thrilling and that in itself is chilling.


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