Why I go to Dores beach.

Swimming in the freezing loch,
Walking across the wave washed pebbles,
Talking with my friends,
Running along the stony beach,
Eating a picnic on a warm summer’s day,
Skipping stones across the glassy surface of the loch,
Thinking about absolutely nothing,
Shouting across the beach,
Writing on a pad of paper,
Sailing across the loch,
Looking for the legendary Nessie.