It’s a glorious day. December 4th, but tomorrow the forecast is wind – gales in fact, rain and possibly snow up here, but today I look out on a tranquil scene. The tide is out, sky clear blue and everything is crisp as the last remnants of a haw frost melts.
I canna resist a day like today so I’ve put down my pen, metaphorically speaking, and I’m off!
That was great, exhilarating, an unexpected pleasure…To walk along the water’s edge, avoiding leaving those tell tale footprints – it’s as if I was all alone in the world with the sand and sea stretching ahead of me. I paddled for the fun of it and photographed the waves, the rippling sand and the lone jelly fish but then I just took the time to stand and gaze and enjoy the closeness to nature and the rawness of the air.
I looped around and back along the beach seeing the footprints of others before me then raced back up three floors, pulled off my wellies and I’m home, back in the warmth of our flat. I feel refreshed and ready to face the day.
Looking out of the window another lone stranger in a yellow coat is now enjoying the same pleasures, treading in my footsteps. He’s walked into the distance now and I can’t help but wonder what he is thinking, or is he just enjoying the moment like I did. I’m pleased for him that he’s been blessed with the same peace that I had, with his only companion, his dog.