Being Happy

The weather forecast had been poor; such a shame for the morning of the village clean up and beach tidy. But ... not to be too repetitive ... Arran is a law unto itself and instead we had a magnificent morning and a good afternoon weatherwise.

So there I was on a glorious, mild, sunny morning; wearing the pink wellies and gardening gloves; alone on Sandbraes Beach; litter pickers in one hand and bin bag in other. The sun gleaming on the sea, small waves lapping; the gorse in its pomp.

I was happy.