Being as I was relieved today of the privilege of riding my bicycle (while I await its repair with highly reasoned patience) and because I didn't want to miss a moment of the radiating sunshine, I consumed my breakfast, drank my coffee and set aside my iPad with its current literary diversion (Essay and Tales by Joseph Addison, Cassell & Company, Limited: London, Paris, New York & Melbourne 1888). Shortly I was on the beach surveying the collection of beach chairs and umbrellas. It was still early enough that there were only two others who competed for positions. I chose the far right (north) end - primarily so I could conveniently take my one chaise longue without contaminating the use of others (and the umbrella - which I never use) nearby.
Given that I had to prop the chaise longue parallel to the shore in order to align directly with the rising sun, it was far earlier than I am normally there. There was a strong wind which meant it was moderately cool when prone on the chaise longue. As I had anticipated however the temperature rose quickly as the sun rose in the sky. And not long afterwards I was rotating the chaise longue more towards the crashing sea. Indeed the sea was turbulent - as I later discovered when I went for a swim. The waves were above 2' and the sway of them manipulated me smartly. But the colours were magnificent - frothing white foam, emerald green water and taupe sand - all glittering under the dazzling sunshine. That and the wind made for the perfect beach day!
My first walk along the beach led me to the distant pier which I have noticed previously but at an extent to which I have never before ventured. I won't say that my back or knees were entirely cooperative but I plod along as best I could, hopefully without the appearance of a completely decrepit old fogey. It is so natural to lapse into that ignorance of old age which presumes it is an affliction affecting everyone other than oneself! There are so many ancient people in this vicinity that almost any degeneration is tolerated.
This is a holiday weekend. President's Day on Monday, February 18th.
George Washington 1st President, Thomas Jefferson 3rd President, Theodore Roosevelt 26th President, Abraham Lincoln 16th President
There were more young people on the beach. Some ventured into the sea - at least that is as far as up to their waist. I didn't see any swimming among the strong waves. Their appearance did nonetheless encourage me in my own ambition. Throughout the day today I was in and out of the sea at least five times. Whenever I returned to shore - blissfully salted - and threw myself upon the chaise longue it was a delight of exhaustion and relaxation! On one occasion - after having unceremoniously endured the forceful waves - my heart was beating rather wildly. Not certain whether it activated the pacemaker.