Favourites - the week behind and the week ahead - another bank hol!
It was one of those great spur of the moment ideas you never regret! Carpe Diem! Beer on the beach is therefore favourite no 5.
Sixth favourite is beach combing. I do this A LOT, and I mean I am always scouring the beach to see what has washed up or if there are pretty stones or shells. Or house is surrounded by stones I have collected over the years, covering up the grey stones that where there when we bought the house. I was so chuffed to find this big chunk of quartz. I put it in my bag and it sadly ended up in the used beer tankard and is now stained a beer colour. On another side note, I actually had a relative in the Victorian times whose profession was 'beach comber' - he was an eccentric drop out with a funny name I can't remember. He was probably disinherited. If my Great Great Grand-Father was disinherited for leaving the family firm to join the Merchant Navy I am sure he was for pursuing a career in shells and old beer bottles.
This is the 'summer hut'. There is also a 'winter cabin' with a fire pit and reindeer skins - I love it in winter. I once slept in it in summer after quite an alcoholic BBQ with them. it seemed like a great idea at 11pm to sleep on the wooden slatted seats only covered by a reindeer skin (with Caspar in there too). This was until I felt sick at about 2am and hadn't access to a loo, as they had locked me out of the house. I was sick out of the window and had to fall asleep with my head propped onto the window sill. I then got woken up from 4am by the deafening sound of the birds. There were no curtains. I had no access to water. I haven't really drunk a lot since. My Mum made me about 7 bacon sandwiches and I slept on her sofa for three hours, felt fine and went home. Hey I am not going to try to pretend I am perfect here. I once was sick out of my parents' cabin window in the middle of the night because I drank too much when I was about 37. I digress.
Favourite no 9 is the epic, amazing weather. About 20-22 degrees, not too hot, a little breeze and stunning blue skies. It engenders what I refer to as the 'flat sands' - sands in the Bay opposite us to go from being muddy, soft and watery (and treacherous) when the tide goes out, to being flat and hard. You can walk for miles out into the tidal bay and never, ever, see anyone. Possibly because people are scared of the tide or quick sand, possibly because people don't realise how epic and beautiful and wild it is.
Just walking out into total quiet and emptiness.
With this amazing view of our village when you look back to the shore! The white on the sand is dried salt - it becomes an almost lunar type landscape as it gets hotter. Humph goes wild chasing birds. No birds get caught. he even tried to race after 3 swans that were flying above him. He had 3 one hour plus walks today. He now looks kind of dead, asleep on the floor. I probably need to go to bed too (it is now 22:30). I want to try and squeeze in a few fave blogs before bed and some laundry so I will need to wrap this up. I hope I sleep with all of the things on my mind that I have to do tomorrow! I am hoping this book arrives in time for Andy's birthday tomorrow:
Got to go get some bye-byes so just one last note - I hope everyone has a fun bank holiday / Memorial Day week-end planned - I would love to hear what y'all have planned so please leave me a comment! Anyone else needing to project manage their week-end?! Happy near week-end everyone - we are nearly there! Joanne x
Liking up with Erika and Narci for Friday Favourites: