It is school half-term and since summer has suddenly arrived, so have the holiday makers.
A few evenings ago, it was still baking hot when I arrived at the beach and I got some surprised looks from everyone wearing as little as possible, as I walked across the beach fully clad in a wet suit. It’s lovely in the shallows, but further out it’s cold. It is also surprisingly quiet as the noise of the beach recedes and all you hear out there are the birds.
As I walked down to the sea I met some lovely people and paused as two little girls showed the shells they had collected and chatted happily about their day. A chap wanted to share his early memories of living here, as he was visiting his parents and celebrating his daughter’s birthday on the beach. He had moved away to Manchester over thirty years ago and was stunned by how much this area has changed. We watched the kite surfers and talked about the swimmers and all the different things that happen here now. He was filled with boy-like energy and almost dancing on his feet as he talked and his wife looked on in amusement.
It was different again yesterday, as I arrived later on in the evening to a quiet scene with a lone fisherman further down the beach and a few folks out walking with their dogs.
I discovered that the bright pink safety inflatable I have strapped to me, which holds my car keys, also doubles as a pillow. The swell was up and I lay on my back bobbing over the waves, watching the wispy clouds and listening to the birds.
Completely restored I returned home. <3