The sun shone. It was warm, but not hot. What to do? Gardening? Walking? Reading? Spuddling about by the sea? Spuddling won, but I took the book with me. Nothing like a frozen explorer or two to add to your sense of personal comfort.
The beach I chose is knobbly rather than sandy
But the sea was clear and fresh
And the sky had been casually brushed with a little cirrus and nothing else.
I sat in a fine aroma of fermenting seaweed, and had a long read and a short paddle.
It was also a good place to people watch: sun worshippers, swimmers, tots, convalescents, parents, paddlers, scuba divers, walkers at the end of their long walks, townees, kayakers, tourists, a sprinkling of locals. Some of the social comedy was excellent.