The beach gear was pulled on:
And I was off. Heading straight for the water. It was cool, breezy and bright. Just me, the rocks and the seaweed. Plus a few Gulls and Oystercatchers who kept a safe distance from my camera.
As I paddled in the sea and clambered over the rocks I wondered why the health service doesn't prescribe a day at the beach instead of a bottle of pills? I swear it would work better and the side effects are only positive too!
I could've stayed all day, the sandy lanes branched in all directions with glimpses of blue water beyond the fields and between the bungalows. Yes, bungalows! Lots and lots of lovely bungalows. Well actually most of them are not really lovely at all, they wouldn't win any prizes for style, but they're just what the occupational therapist would order for a severely disabled young adult... And I saw a couple of coffee shops. And a proper supermarket. This place is definitely a contender for retirement bliss for Smiley and I.
The dream of living beside the seaside is still alive, and that's this week's reason to be cheerful.