NO BEACH... YET.
Well! I am up early enough but have a face full of Computer Screen instead of the North Sea.
I woke at 6-30 a.m. with every intention of heading straight to the Beach. I told the tilted headed Dog of our plans but it seemed even he didn't think it was going to happen as he jumped up on a chair, curled up like a Cat and deflated with an emptying sigh.
The rain is lashing down and whilst its great to hear it on the roof, its one rainy day too many.
The light nights have come and welcome they are too, but the miserable wintery weather drags on. I am not a follower of the Sun by any stretch of the imagination and I can find beauty in the wildest of weather but a warm dry day would be made so welcome it would want to stay the week.
There is a sense of guilt. Tea and a Scone instead of Wind and Rain as I sit and type into this keyboard to the world, or more realistically to the ten or so people who may stumble across it.
I would have normally passed the regular group of strand line walkers by now. We sometimes exchange "Good Morning." if our opposing courses along the Beach bring us close enough. No matter what the distance a large Poodle from the group usually runs over and comes for a scratch and buries it head into my coat as I instantly find "That." spot halfway down it's neck where it delves in a little. Its funny how everyone has their own Beach time table or Agenda. I sometimes wonder what people's stories are as we all criss cross our tracks in the sand.
The talkers, the walkers, the seekers and finders.
I just couldn't live away from the Sea. I can see the beauty in the Countryside and the Hills and Lakes, but before too long it would suffocate me. A relative of mine summed it up perfectly a couple of years ago. He lived on the Headland, a one minute walk from the Sea. He was very ill and his family took him to the Lakes. I rang him and asked how it was. "Its very scenic, but the water just sits there!" I knew what he meant.
The rain is still bouncing off the roof and if anything getting louder, I know for a fact the slightest lull and I would be running around for my Coat, Beach Bag and a curled up Dog. The Dog doesn't carry off the wet look well at all. We usually sneak back in like drowned rats and even with a hair dryer he seems to stay as wet as a sponge for the remainder of the day.
We will get to the Beach before the day is done, I am sure of that. For now the Rain can cry as if to say it misses us, the call of the Kettle is louder than the Sea for now. I will make another tea and Surf the internet and not the Sea... for now.
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