Today was the first time I've ever seen a beached whale. Cameron gave me the heads up and I walked to the beach (yes Georgia I walked). I caught a glimpse of the Sperm whales lifeless body just as the last bit of flesh was covered in sand by the big diggin' machine. Willy as she was affectionately known (to me) had yesterday frolicked freely, but is now four metres under and most likely a hot spot for neighbourhood dogs.
As I sat alone on the stark white fence and watched the bloody sand being lifted up; I was sad. But then I realised I would look like a heaps big douche if I cried or got emotionally carried away.
RIP Willy
p.s BERGA, NEVER EAT WHALE AGAIN!....If it was even whale that you were served is still very debatable.
* a photo of Cameron is now seen for reference and to avoid confusion in case you thought I meant another Cameron, e.g Diaz
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