Saturday 28 November
I love Saturdays. They have always been the best day of the week by far. And currently, I am appreciating just how especially precious they are during this winter lockdown.
I have repeatedly banged on about my lack of daylight during the week, so those two jewels at the weekend, Saturday and Sunday, sparkle.
We went to the beach hut at Fronton to collect the stove gas and effectively put it bed for the winter. It has been a beautiful crisp day, dry and largely cloud free. Mabel was able to run herself tired and we had a mug of coffee whilst walking on the sand and exploring the breakwater and sand as the tide slipped out.
There were a fair few people and dogs on the beach today. But the beauty of the beaches all along the east coast is they are generous with space.
I place my hands in the shallow water as the waves break. The pure white foam is cold, really cold. Only a few months back I was running across this sand and swimming in that same stretch of sea.
For me it’s all about making connections with the natural world around us. Physical contact is the best. Touching the water, feeling the cold on my hands and it feeling even colder when the breeze brushes by; success, connection is made.
The Bald Birder 