I took the dog out on my own this morning and as soon as I opened the front door (well actually we only have the one), the noise of the sea was almost deafening.
I decided rather than walk round the Avenue or the park, as it was such a beautiful morning, I’d walk along the prom instead.
I don’t know what I was expecting, waves crashing up against the flood wall or wet pavements perhaps, but the tide was out and there were at least ten people on the beach with their dogs.
I didn’t have my camera, but the sea was tipped with white froth as it rolled against the shore, and spray and steam-like vapour smashed against the post which hadn’t yet been completely exposed.
Photo: May 2018
The sand seemed like a musical score with its scrolls and undulations made as the water retreated, and in one place, it resembled a graphic for the Taurean starsign, so felt very personal!
I noticed two
idiots surfers wading out with their boards alongside the post where the water was at its choppiest. I’d like to think they knew what they were doing, but you wouldn’t catch me in the water today!
We walked back along the grass to give Maggie a chance to get her feet clean of sand as it tends to irritate sometimes.
It was a surprise to find that the sand leading to the beach had been moved to reveal a path we didn’t know was there (a bit like the steps!)
Photo: March 2018.
I’m not talking about a few inches here, but there is an incline of about a foot and a half to the prom which is now banked on either side by at least two!
When we got home, the washing was out and the hoovering done, so we’ve got a nice quiet day ahead. Dinner is day 2 of our stew so no need to worry about that either.
I might even finish my latest book (I read half of it last night).