The waves are singing their own song, the children laugh and giggle as they run into, what I can only imagine to be, crisp cold waters. The RNLI have set up their flags which are now whipping in the wind. Kites are soaring through the air, kayakers are coming ashore and I see families playing on the beach together. It's a picture of so many things, beauty being one of them.
I can feel goosebumps on my skin as I see some people walking up from the beach in their swimwear, the wind is now hitting me, making me shiver, as I'm sure they are too. My feet long to touch the sand, and my skin to feel the water but today is not that today, something tells me tomorrow won't be either.
Looking out onto the beach floods me with different emotions. I look at families playing and children in the sand, it fills me with a desire for my own family, to be with my own children playing in the sand. I see surfers and kayakers, I wish I had the sporty nature to offload onto the water whatever the weather.
I guess there is just one thing for me to do whilst I sit here and look out at the view... Join in. Embark on a little walk and meet the ocean face to face.
Off I go!...
Ok so I chickened out, I stood up and the wind hit me. I walked up a steep hill, didn't remember it being quite a stretch, so I am now sitting in the peace of my own car waiting for Kris' good news.
The funny thing about sitting in the car is that I begin to admire some bunting I see up on the cliff side only to focus in on two figures, who just so happen to be Kris and the owner of the Spars. What a lucky guy working in such a desirable location. I wonder if he can see me? If he can he will only see the proudest wife sitting in the car park looking up in his direction.
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