Will breakfast time always be so fraught? The excavator is next door, digging up rocks and earth from the neighbour's extra lot.
More loads are hauled to the beach. Gosh, it takes no time at all when the source is so close! The dump truck has got over its bashfulness of yesterday and drives right across the beach today. Splash go the boulders, straight into the ocean.
It turns out the excavator is an amphibian. Here it is, frolicking in the water. Clever, huh?
By now I am virtually apoplectic. Here I've been spending my time picking up the odd chip bag or pop can left on the shore. What the blazes am I going to do about 10 dump truck loads of material? Is it really true that this is okay, that our governments at all levels don't mind such an assault on the ocean and on a public beach?
In utter frustration, I call the Marine Pollution Report Line -- our federal government protecting our oceans. The guy was quite perplexed that I was calling him. It seems their only interest is in oil discharge. Told me I should expect to see a bit of silting when a breakwater is built. Yes, but who gave permission to do that? He offered me the phone number of the provincial Dept of Environment, which would be ready to serve me on Monday.
The equipment departed once again late in the afternoon. Sunday was quiet. I tried to reconcile myself to watching the beach slowly attempt to recover itself over the next several years.
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