On The Beach

The wind has been so strong that I seriously thought that our sheets and quilt cover were going to be adorning some minarets on a Moroccan mosque, but it did abate later on this morning, so I headed for the beach.

The sea was cold. I mean "Hands up, baby hands up" cold. The westerly always brings the sea temperature right down, but it does keep the medusas and most of the tourists away.

So after an hour or so reading in the sun I have come home to do something more useful.

Haven't decided what though.