L'Écume des jours

So here we are. The last day of 2024. 
As I intend to be in bed by 10.30pm, now is the time to wish you all a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year. 

It was blowy as fuck on the beach at Cross today but enjoyable nonetheless. 

I had decided not to swim today. Too windy. Too cold. But I keep the towel and togs in the boot of the Yaris. Just in case. 

Glad I do. That green wild sea was just simply too tempting not to have a last swim in 2024. Or depending on the rip current a last swim, full stop.