Oh I do like to be ...

Sorry: you've probably got a horrid fairground sort of ear worm establishing itself right now. But rather than a fleeting thought, I was very aware of how I feel about the sea before lunch today, when our walk - yes, one of those that cause such hilarity in the unafflicted - was necessarily brief, being squashed in between hovering over the washing-machine - waiting till it finished so that I could hang out the washing - and lunch. Because we only had a brief time free, we didn't waste any driving and instead just walked down to the West Bay and marched along the promenade in a brisk wind that was slapping the fairly high tide waves against the wall and onto the shore. The water looked amazingly clear and clean - though I did see a dead goose (I think) floating just beneath the surface with its head dangling deeper. I'll spare you the photo. The photo I eventually chose shows the way the town sits primarily on its little promontory - that's where the old pier is - and spills over into this bay and the East Bay; it also shows how today the clouds were hanging on the hills while the sky over the water was more or less clear. 

I had a lucky appointment with the Sports Injury Clinic in the afternoon - half an hour in which the sciatica was temporarily removed by the strong hands of the therapist. I was telling her that that day she advised me to take up Pilates had almost done her out of a patient, but it fairly underlined how important the exercise regime is as far as I'm concerned. The pain returned later in the afternoon, but I have another appointment in a fortnight. The only other thing I did was visit the health store for refills of Ecover laundry and dish washing liquids - I hate it when they all run out together. 

I started thinking about a sermon for next week - the first Sunday in Lent - while Himself made curry; it was totally delicious. And now I'm off to pop another couple of heavy-duty painkillers and hope this doesn't go on too long or I'll run out of the good stuff. 

Extra photo is of the sudden moment of red that caught my eye as I went up the garden: the japonica in the corner has produced the first flowers of the year. Today marks the end of meteorological winter.