coast.

I’ve just come back from a little walk along the sand dunes out to the sea. We got right up to the waves and the whole place was slightly surreal.

It was the combination of the desert of sand, the small slip of land with little white houses barely visible and the huge angry clouds above us.

I talked to some fishermen who every so often waded out and cast their lines into the torrent of white surf. Bait dug up behind them, holes of torn up sand; ink stains against miles of flat, pristine sand.

We took the dogs out and it was just so idilic. Watching them run around like Anne Michael’s line ‘part fluid muscle, part slung leash‘.

I’ve got some great shells to make some necklaces out of.

Also grabbed loads of photographs as well.

Happy days.

Off to a gig at the local Sailing Club tonight.

I like all this sea and sailing lark. It is great to live near the coast.

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share a day with me…

After yesterday not much could bring about a better day.

You do struggle on though. lol

So you wake up to the sound of your alarm. It’s 8:30 and its time to get a head-start on a new day. You wake-up knowing that you have it in you to write more than you’ve yet sat down and written, in the whole history of this month’s scriptfrenzy.

You grab a shower, you grab some breakfast (a first for some few days), you dress yourself and then you are able to settle down.

Hours and hours pass, along with a shower of pages. You print out the so-far… you edit it (even though you know you shouldn’t), you draft in another regiment of scenes so you have something to do tomorrow. You start and finish your CV. You grab lunch (a whole pizza *burb* Such a pig!).  You put aside the writing and pick up the book you are reading.

More hours pass and your mother suggests you have coffee and take the dogs off for a walk around Royden Park. Lovely.

Photography is the order of the day as you almost trip intermittently around the park and meet lots of other interesting dogs and other walkers – one who wants you to email over several of the photos you took of her little bundle.

Back home and you get to read another few chapters in a wonderful novel as the sun sets into the sea.

Few days have had this level of contentment.

Filed under: Family, Happy, Home, dogs