The force of habit

What is stronger than the sea and the waves and the flux and reflux of the tides?
What is more determined than the passing of time, the waltz of the seasons and the mad flickering of days and nights?

The force of habit.

John and Maureen walk the sea front every day at 5.30 PM before returning home for the angelus on radio 1 and a light supper.

Day in day out. Without a doubt.
Sure as death itself.

You don't let waves get in the way of habit!

Dammit!