I haven’t written here for a while, so I suppose I should. The sky cleared just as I finished work today – like the weather somehow knew it was Friday evening and for once felt like doing something nice for us.
I switched my laptop off and escaped my flat for a walk down to the seafront, which is only five minutes away (somewhat making up for the fact that we don’t have a garden). Already the beach was busy with people out enjoying the unexpected warmth: Eastbourne’s street drinkers reclining on a sun-drenched bench, Spanish students taking selfies in duffel coats, tiny children paddling in their pants, dog walkers giving everyone else the ‘where were you when it was raining’ look, fishermen waiting patiently with their lines at the water’s edge.
It was so peaceful, and I felt suddenly so lucky to be where I am.
I seem to have spent a lot of time recently feeling as though I’m waiting for something to happen, as if life hasn’t started yet and I’m in limbo until it does. It’s moments like this evening, with the tide out and the sun shining down and the waves rolling in over the sand, that I realise that this is life, and it’s not bad at all.
I’ve got some Quorn sausages in the oven so I better finish up and check on them. Sorry this has been a very bland, humourless blog…hopefully I’ll be back on form soon.