Travelling Tuesday

Not an excursion to the beach that I will look back on with undiluted pleasure even though I’m glad I made the effort just for the cold water engendered euphoria.
There was too much waiting for late or absent buses and too many red lights en route. On the way home it felt as if the number of traffic lights at red was directly proportional to the degree of chill I felt. Some days are like this and other days the travel can be streamlined.

The wind was a chilly north one and the sea was too choppy for swimming but it was fun to jump the waves when the sun came out. The water temperature was at least 10 or 11 degrees warmer than the air temperature. Now in the house until my hair cut later this afternoon, I have been forced to put the heating on.

PS The heated gilet came up trumps