I get up and get my book out. I know where I’m going but I’m not sure how I’m going to get there. Should I use the sat nav or should I use my map. In fact what I’m going to do is use all three. My head say go this way and so I go.
A long time later I’m not here, as in not where I’m going. Although I found this tree.
Where I am is somewhere I’ve never been before. Off the beaten track, well there was so much traffic I decided to take a random left. And I’m glad I did.
Luckily I have the nav on, on my phone so we aren’t lost.
Although the nav doesn’t know what road I’m on either.
I drove for many miles, I came the long way to get here, it was lovely, it was beautiful, it was amazing. I stopped to refuel and to get some grub for later and as I turned t head down the valley towards the beach there was a thick sea mist. I cruised gently towards the village, where I was stopped by a group of men in fluorescent jackets. Really I thought, again. That can’t be right, Bluedot isn’t for a couple of weeks. They duly inform me that it is music festival weekend in the village and I enquire if they have moved the date as I was here last year on the music festival. They look at me oddly and direct me to the field to park in. I duly do so.
I walk into the village. It is not as packed as last year, perhaps due to the mist above our heads.
The sea though is in.
So to get round to the next bay I climb the cliff,
And enjoy the view of paradise.
I head towards the steep steps and head on down towards the sand ad the quiet bay having left all the noise behind.
This is where I lay my towel down. Here, I’ve made it to where I wanted to be.
I set up, you’ll note I’d visited the village shop.
It was the only spade option they had. Honest!
I swap my glasses for my contact lenses and
Prepare my self.
At last some quiet tie to read my cat book.
I flick through the pages absorbing the words, the thoughts, and start thinking my cat is normal, its all the other cats that are weird. And with that get up ad head for the sea.
The mist starts to lift, the sea though is cold, icey cold, I stand there upto my waist, my goolies in the icey water, but I can’t get my belly in.
I walk around the bay at belly deep and eventually take the plunge, I love a good sea swim. The water so clean, so sparkling and light, the soft sand beneath my toes. This is so very very lovely, here I’m happy.
A relax, a bit to eat and there is nothing more you could want.
Well maybe to build a sad castle.
For some reason though, I'm in no hurry.
I watch the world go by and with that
the sea is slowly going out.
It slowly floats by, at a nice pace that you can enjoy every moment.
Could it get anymore wonderful.
As the time is moving by it is time to pack up, I start the walk
and with the tide low enough
I walk to the noisy bay
As I get closer the sounds fill the air, the sky now so blue.
I say goodbye to the tranquil bay
And head tot he bustling bay, its about 8:15.
Truth is I don’t want to leave.
But if I don’t head off now there will be no minibus back the car park field.
There is life, so close yet so far away.
I turn around to admire the bay once more.
And to put my shoes on. Ah look stones.
And here I wait for the last minibus. It eventually comes, fills to brim and we head up the hill to the car park field.