You Don't Remember me do you?

Yes, sore, sore head, wobbly eyes, and very dry throat. 

Bleugh. 

I've had several naps today.   All medicinal in nature, but then at 7 I headed out to capture the sunset. 

As I drove out the estate (I was incapable of walking), the big moon was surfacing over the hill, and if I could have stopped the car in the middle of the roundabout and taken it, peeping over the farmhouse, I would have, but ... safety first!

I carried on to the beach, and when I stopped the car, I decided that the air was warm enough for me to enjoy a few steps from the car; on reaching the sand, I felt inspired enough to walk on to the water - and the tide was out. 

I was spoilt for choice - firey sunset ahead of me, full moon, (it's rather gibeous doncha think?) behind me.   I span and span back and forth, until I had made myself quite queasy again.  I sat on a log and contemplated how beautiful the night was, and where were all the people? 

If people all came out and looked at the sky every evening and just gazed at the wonder of it all, they'd forget all about the bad things in life, and feel like they have just gotten better from a really bad hangover.