This time last week.

This time last week I was in the 1950's. Feeling quite hungover but with the wind in my face blowing it away.

About this time last week we were standing at a tiny beach beside the castle. The castle is on the right and it provides shelter from the elements as it stands on its grassy mound facing the Irish sea. There is huge rocks to the left of the beach leading up to "The Hill"...which again is huge....I keep worring that they will, with cavilier jollyness say we are going to walk up it! (I wouldnt make it, and I cant see Lovely husband giving me a piggy back!) Anyway this beach faces the Irish sea and is narrow with shelter either side of it.

The result of this is wind. Really Big Wind. Last week we stood there, Leaning into the wind...and you really had to, standing upright was a bit of a struggle, not because of the hang over, but because the wind was so strong you had to! Its instant effect was to blow the hang over from your body, ripping it from your head and kidneys leaving you feel refreshed and clean.
When we walked away from the beach the outside of my body felt cold especially my ears, there was salt spray on my face which when I licked my lips tasted great, my glasses were splattered with spray and I was snuggled into my coat and scarf to warm up again.

But it was great! The power of the sea and the wind is something I will never tire of being in awe of. Watching the enormous waves crashing onto the rocks producing white spray that rockets into the air with the wind whipping the spray still further.... its...well....magical to watch.

I love my life. All of it. But if there was a beach like that a short walk from my front door.....I could live with that!!!


Lybxx