Yesterday's Walk

The title makes it sound like I go for a walk every day. 

Er, I'd like to kid on, but I can assure you, nothing could be further from the truth. If it's windy, I don't go out; if it's raining, I don't go out. 

That means I stay in a lot.

But I decided yesterday to go for a walk along the beach to which I went when I was growing up. It's the 'next-door' village to my married village, but I hadn't been for some time.

It's quite different to 'our' beach. 

 It has a mixture of rocks and sandy areas. Perfect for children's playtime and picnics. 

 The Butt is visible in the background, so you can see it's not far from where we live ourselves.

 I wished I had a zoom lense to take photos of the oyster catchers.

 But they fly off once I came closer...

 Their call is shrill - the only sound on the beach apart from the breaking waves.

 Yep, I wore my wellies, and I was glad I did!

 Nobody on the whole beach but myself...

Glorious solitude

 This area will have rock pools in summer, which are lovely and warm (warm being a relative term here).

When we'd come down to this beach as kids, we'd have our picnic sitting on a warm rock and Mum would spread out a cloth (yes, we'd have a 'tablecloth' for our picnics.... This was my Mum!). Then we'd eat relatively sand-free. Always a bonus where food is involved.

And back home.

I was supposed to have been doing Pudewa. I felt like a naughty schoolchild skiving off a class, but it was bliss.

Nobody to talk to. Or to listen to.

The crashing of the waves, the call of the birds - the only sounds. It was therapy. And it was free.