I'm lucky enough to have spent most of my life living by the beach. In my view there's nothing like it (except maybe a bottle of champers and a back massage...mmmm). Right now is no exception, I currently live a stones throw from the beach I grew up beside. As I said, lucky me.
The reason I bring this up is not so I can rub your face in it, well maybe a little, buy mostly because I want your input in to something.
Last weekend the five of us went for a stroll along the beach in the early evening and found something I have never found in all my 21 (oh ok, 38) years of living by the sea.
A genuine, bonefide message in a bottle!
How exciting is that?!
The lid was glued on tight and couldn't be opened until we got home so we spent the return walk contemplating who it could be from. A princess locked in a tower? A young Welsh boy who wanted to be penfriends? An old lady who wanted to give us all her money? Did it come from up the Irish coast or across the seas? So many questions! So much excitement!
As soon as we got home we got to work on the bottle.
We gingerly pulled apart the carefully tied thread around the notepaper and delicately rolled out the letter.
And this is what it said:
Concordeski Crash Paris
31/12/68 Concordeski TU144
31/12/99 Putin President of Russia
25/7/09 Bleriot France -> England
25/7/59 Hovercraft England -> France
25/7/00 Concorde Crash Paris
1/2/85 Fliteform Aim Grp Heathrow
Steadman Starnes Bates
McBoon Nov 89
1/2/05 Wm Gray Heysham LA3
Now I realise that if you're a girl reading this you're probably thinking 'Oh FFS is that it? Boooooring'.
But if you're a guy you're probably thinking 'Wow a coded message - this is cool'.
I've come to the conclusion that it's probably a secret conspiracy theory sent to us by the bonkers Jim Corr.
What do you think? Any ideas?
Answers on a postcard (in a bottle) to Kate Takes 5, The Irish Sea.