Not-so-sunny Hunny

Happy New Year, and so forth.

Today we went up to the coast in the beautiful Brian, and made sausage sandwiches for breakfast. We watched the sailing club start some kind of run, we filled the camper with the smell of sausages and split them, layering them in cheap white shop bread, smothering them with tomato sauce and watching them steam as I handed the plates over to the hungry boys.

The sea was grey, as the North Sea often is, brooding far out today, as the desolate sea front, battered only weeks ago and still boarded up, balefully glared back.

But just as every new year is rich with the promise of 365 untainted days, it is also filled with the faint aura of regret, for things not done.

I forgot the milk....