A big blue sky after a day of rain made us get up, get out and get walking. We explored the Victorian seafront of the local beach and discovered a local swimming tradition that had the swimmers in their swimmers racing out to a bright yellow bouy. With the sun on the sea and the sky as light and as clear as a Summer morning we decided November might be our favourite month.
6 months have flown by, and it was time to decide whether we went back to the Big Smoke or stayed here for another 6 months...
An Autumnal day on the beach helped with our decision and, we have to stay, still too much to do.
A tangle of turquoise fishing netting made the sand and the sky bluer and brighter. The day was spent finding feathers and stones to compliment and enhance our seaside find. But, in the end I prefer it simple.
A misty grey day by a gritty beach
jetty. Home to boats of grey blues, green greys and the pale, pale browns of their weather beaten wood.
A neighbour told me of a little tucked away charity shop that turned out to be a total gem. Not knowing where to look first, a large bowl with four matching little bowls stood out amongst the plastic picnicware.
Anyone for trifle?
If it rains all day and all week the choices of what to do are a little limited. Although, the chance to use the new vintage umbrella was very welcome. Checking to see whether it was still waterproof in a downpour was fun, but pleased that it worked well, and looked even better.
In the search for the perfect haberdashers, The House of Fabrics will have to wait for another day.
