"Nuts!"

"Laptops!"

"Wood!"

Rumour had it yesterday that this was all washed ashore on our island, or was on its way over, so we went to the beach and checked.  We decided to take our change at Formerum aan Zee, and see if there were Landrovers and Jeeps and in what direction they went. Or came from. 

Sand waved in my face as we climbed the dunes.  On the beach were about twenty people, kilometers spread near the loud sea, to wait for the goods to come. Nothing.

Blue yelly fish, a rusty can, another rusty can, millions of little white balls of plastic,(I hope the birds will leave them alone,  this can't be healthy) , and a small piece of wood.  And a bottle.

I wanted to get the bottle, as I saw a white thing in it.  A message?  I have often sent messages in bottles as a child, and sometimes I got an answer. One bottle was caught somewhere near the Danish coast for over twenty years before someone found it and sent me a message back.

A wave came and filled my boots.  The bottle disappeared.

At home there was coffee.  We might try our luck later today.  I want a small piece of wood.

That is me in the black coat.  Still dry.