Saturday, April 23, 2011
Easter Saturday sunshine on the beach. Littlehampton.
I am loving it - the weather, that is!
The buying at Ford was tiring and not particularly productive.
I have suggested that for the summer we visit Ford for their Thursday sales. There are just so many people there on a Saturday. Bill finds that crowds make him less able to concentrate - well, I suppose the same is true for all of us.
This morning it felt like too much for me too.
There were crowds, too, at Littlehampton - but there was plenty of beach to spread out on.
The tide goes far, far out and it must have been at its lowest point when we arrived at the beach.
So, pictures this week of another mood of this little seaside town.
Silhouetted people on the beach, looking very Lowryesque.
The sea felt delightfully refreshing - but it was probably too cold for swimming; there was not enough depth of water for swimming anyway.
Bill walked by a pool on the beach. He didn't paddle.
A family of walkers on the beach by the pool.
Crowded, colourful beach. A feeling of freedom and happiness fills the air.
Beach life by the river.
Sun bathing view 1.
Sun bathing View 2. You really don't want to look like that, woman!
Other sun worshippers are more sedate with umbrella, chairs and cups and saucers.
It was lovely in Littlehampton today.
And of course we spent much of the afternoon doing very little.
This evening there has been Dr Who. I don't normally get attached to a series that in essence is unbelievable; but the writers and cast and effects make it believable and draw on many of the imponderable questions of life. It has a surrealism about it that entertains.
Time for bed soon.
I plan to go up the road to Pease Pottage in the morning - not for too long. I shall be chief timekeeper at an athletics meeting. I shall want to be at the track by quarter to eleven.
The buying at Ford was tiring and not particularly productive.
I have suggested that for the summer we visit Ford for their Thursday sales. There are just so many people there on a Saturday. Bill finds that crowds make him less able to concentrate - well, I suppose the same is true for all of us.
This morning it felt like too much for me too.
There were crowds, too, at Littlehampton - but there was plenty of beach to spread out on.
The tide goes far, far out and it must have been at its lowest point when we arrived at the beach.
So, pictures this week of another mood of this little seaside town.
Silhouetted people on the beach, looking very Lowryesque.
Yachts on the river.
Bill walked by a pool on the beach. He didn't paddle.
Sun bathing View 2. You really don't want to look like that, woman!
Other sun worshippers are more sedate with umbrella, chairs and cups and saucers.
It was lovely in Littlehampton today.
And of course we spent much of the afternoon doing very little.
This evening there has been Dr Who. I don't normally get attached to a series that in essence is unbelievable; but the writers and cast and effects make it believable and draw on many of the imponderable questions of life. It has a surrealism about it that entertains.
Time for bed soon.
I plan to go up the road to Pease Pottage in the morning - not for too long. I shall be chief timekeeper at an athletics meeting. I shall want to be at the track by quarter to eleven.
