I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky.
Ah; Summer. Tis the season when we're so happy to live by the sea. To walk along the sea's edge, let the cooling water splash over our bared feet, and enjoy the peace and quiet of a sunny summer's day.
The only problem is that as soon as the temperature rises above 20 C, and they have a day off, half of London thinks the same thing, and they flock down to the coast in their bloody thousands. (Do enlarge photo)
Our very central home runs parallel to the main street from the station to the sea, and even though there are hoards of sun-worshippers heading for the beach with their sun hats and multi-coloured towels; we see none of them. Miraculously our little street remains very quiet and un-sullied.
We stay at home and walk the dog. The 'Rest Garden' is usually very peaceful and I sit with Billy in the shade of a big tree, and let all those tourists eat thir ice-creams, and roast themselves, on the over-crowded beach.
Oh, I do love to be beside the seaside.....
3 comments:
You are missing a trick Crozier. "Traditional Sussex Cream Teas and Burgers in a Seaside Cottage" with a big arrow pointing day trippers to Chez Magnon. You would make a bomb.
Come and give me a hand. You could do the Fish-n-Chips, and I'll do the Ice Creams.
I'll be down there in a jiffy.
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