Biting wind stinging S's and my eyes and making our cheeks rosy; clambering over slippery rocks in sturdy shoes, navigating our way around rock pools and finally jumping down onto the soft sand. Pushing stray strands of hair back from my face to make it easy to chatter as we walked. Holding my gloved hands underneath my arms to stop them from going numb whilst staring in awe at the still sea-fishermen patiently braving the elements to catch their prize. Hurrying up the estuary path all too soon to meander up the cliff and find my car again. Jumping in the car, turning the heat right up and feeling our feet and hands slowly coming back to life. Stopping at The Pelican In Her Piety pub for a warming cup of coffee, sitting in the dark flagstoned room with one of my oldest friends for a good long while talking about our favourite beach, men, books and friends we have lost touch with ...
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sounds like a really great day :)
a perfect day!
have a safe and happy new year. x
Nice story, nice day! Aaaah the beach, my old friend whom I used to live beside, and whom I haven't seen for almost a year and miss dearly. But now outside my window and I have a view of snowcapped Swiss Alps, so that's pretty nice, but the beach will always be my best friend.
It was a lovely day, absolutely freezing but lovely! I love living near the sea, popping down there at the weekend makes me really happy! I missed it a lot when I was living in London - the Thames was the nearest thing to it but was never quite the same!
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