Towel Rail

I was on Porthmeor again today, sitting just behind this family of emmets. They'd been in the sea and got their towels wet, and I couldn't believe it when their mum took all of these towels and hung them over the rail of the lifeguard's board ski which was standing on its side in one of those special rests, right next to them. You know what I mean, the long yellow ones with the straps that say LIFEGUARD on them in red, which are meant to be 1) visible, and 2) accessible, in case of emergency. Anyway, as the tide was coming in pretty fast it wasn't long before the lifeguard came along to move the board ski back up the beach. He couldn't find it to begin with, obviously because it was covered in towels, and then when he realised that these emmets were using it as a clothes horse he did a total double-take. I was just waiting for him to say something to the emmets, because you could tell he knew that the towels belonged to them, but what he did was even better than that. He just picked up the towels one by one off the rail of the board ski and dropped them on the wet sand! Then without a word he picked up the board ski and moved it a few metres back up the beach. I don't know his name (because being a real lifeguard he hadn't got it written in big yellow letters across his back), but whoever he is, he is a legend!

Anyway, the emmets didn't notice for a bit, then the dad spotted the heap of towels on the wet sand and obviously it took him a while to work out what had happened, but then he noticed the board ski had been moved, and I could tell he'd worked it out. I nearly asked him if he'd like me to ring an ambulance so that he could lie their wetsuits across the windscreen to dry, but I didn't.