This morning, himself woke me to suggest we go to the beach. It is no wonder we are always tired;.. having taken part in a recent BBC quiz, it came to light* that I am ‘an extreme owl’ whereas himself is a ‘lark’ – i.e. he likes to get up early whereas I see getting up early in the morning as a crime against humanity. Well at least me. (* we always knew I was not a ‘morning person’). Thing is, I become alert and ready to begin a big project at around 11pm, just when himself is snoozing on the sofa.
Anyhow, I digress, he woke me ,and despite my lack of morning alertness, even in my semi-conscious state, I know that a good day is wasted without a beach trip and the only time to enjoy it is before other people get there, and even more so on a bank holiday.. I fell out of bed into the shower then into the car. (fear not readers, dressing did occur between the two).
I honestly wonder if the sand will return in our lifetimes. Still, Wembury, our favourite beach, is a lovely place – we gathered more driftwood, peered into rock pools (there are more of them now) scrambled over rocks, and .. oh yes… forced down hot chocolate and squirty cream and croissants for breakfast, something himself organised whilst I was comatose in the shower.
We left, fighting our way out of the car park against the tide of many arriving for the day. And still had the whole day ahead of us.
And nothing lifts the spirits quite as much as getting to see enough sky, the sea and the feeling you stole it before others were even awake.