British summertime

          I don’t have a regular routine anymore. My days in work, although three in a row, start and finish at different times of the day so the change from British summertime on the clocks didn’t really effect me. However, I worked an extra day last week as pay-back for an earlier day off, and then was asked to cover the early shift for my other three days so ended up with four 4 o’clock alarm calls in a row. It would appear that it only takes four mornings for my bodyclock to think I should be awake early everyday again now.

          I was awake too early again this morning and just lay there quietly listening to the cars. To me they sound like waves, especially early in the morning. We live on a long street so they pass at a regular speed. You hear them very quiet from further away at first, then as they get nearer they get louder until they pass with a “Woosh” and their sound fades away to the distance.

          The fact that I could hear the cars at all made me smile. When the wind blows in Weymouth it whips in off the sea and stirs up a storm. Yesterday all I could hear from outside was the rain lashing at the windows, but today, I could hear the cars, and what’s more I could hear the rumble of the engines and not the tyres ripping through the puddles as they passed so today is a dry calm day, all we need is a bit of sunshine and the seagulls will come out of hiding and the beach will fill up with people.

          On my last morning in work this week the latest storm was giving everything it had. I had a lift in, but would be walking home, so I took my shoes in a bag, and dressed in my “Hat and Mac“, adding my wellies to complete the outfit. I even chose a sheltered spot to wait for my lift and was only tempted out once to wade in the giant puddle near by.

          As a rule, if the weather causes me to wear my wellies to work, I use them to walk “In the sea” on the way home.

          By the time my shift had finished the constant rain had turned to showers, and although the showers were often, the wind was making sure they were short and swift. The sun had put in a welcome appearance so I tucked my hat into my bag, leaving my hair (which is far too long at the moment) to blow about wildly, and headed for the sea.

          The sea was big and the tide was right up under the stilts supporting what is left of the Bandstand Pier. I stood for a while watching the waves pushing and pulling against the stilts while I decided whether to go across or not. I would not have even considered the crossing without my wellies as this young lad found out, it only takes one wave to get your feet wet.

          You can see the young lad in the next picture getting caught out with just his trainers on …

          I crossed to the other side and stood for a while watching the surfers. I don’t know if one was better than the other, or just braver, as he would make his way out and wait for a larger wave to arrive further from the beach and ride it in, but the second caught the smaller waves and although there were more of them, he didn’t have such a long ride back to the beach.

          As the sea was rough, I positioned myself on the stones, only just in reach of the longer waves and enjoyed the water swirling around my wellies and back out again while I watched the surfers. Quite distracted I hadn’t noticed my feet were sinking until one wave which would have usually been no problem at all slipped over the top of one wellie, I felt the water colder than usual on one foot and decided it was time to head for home.

          I headed up towards the prom in a homewards direction. My socks, and my trousers which were tucked into my wellies had soaked up the excess water, but now I had to take the little girl inside me home, before the old lady had to pay for her antics later.

          The weather apparently had other ideas. Half way up the beach the clouds spilled over and the wind whipped the rain into marbles. I didn’t have my mac done up and to be fair, there has to be something really big chasing me to make me run, so I turned my back to the rain, shoved my hat on tight, stood my ground and just let the mac and hat do what they were made for while I watched the waves and the rain pellets battle over who could make the beach wetter.

          Eventually the storm cloud blew over and I continued towards the prom. You’ll have to take my word that a beach full of bedraggled onlookers were rewarded with a rainbow because it was pretty much instantly blown away again.

          However, so was the storm cloud, leaving the next patch of bright blue sky behind it.

          More from before: living into “Semi-retirement” and beyond… 

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