Not Today

Any intention and resolve to paddle in the Porty brine this morning while LeeAnne dooked, drained away when I discovered that she wasn’t up for getting cold and wet today and would prefer just to meet at the Beach House instead. 
By the time we had breakfasted and exchanged news, the early sunshine which had made the sea look appealing vanished and with it any wish of mine to get my feet wet. Instead we had a leisurely stroll along the prom and back and all that was lacking was an ice cream to lick.