Friday and I wake early again, it must be the fresh sea air. I make warm drinks for my partner and I, which we drink as we roughly plan the day. Before getting up I take my vitals and they are okay. My morning meds are taken with breakfast and then we head for the beach. Tide is out but it is blowing hard as witnessed by the para surfers, they are the only other people on the beach apart from a couple of detectorists who are leaving mounds like moles at irregular intervals on the tide line.

Its very blustery but bracing and I am glad of my windproof jacket and Crocs, which seem ideal for this sort of beach walk. Its a kind of “there and back” sort of walk, deciding to turn around at a convenient dryer patch of sand, my partner leading the way with her walking poles, which seem to be doing the job.

Back at the causeway I dry my feet and don socks as well as the Crocs and my partner and I go off to the shop to get a paper and something to put in a sandwich later, then its back to the apartment to do the cross words, read the paper and listen to the tide turn. In a gastronomic change of plan we decide on fish and chips for a late lunch and while my partner goes and gets them them from the chippy a hundred yards from the apartment I lay the table in readiness. The delicious food arrives in sturdy, vinegar resistant, boxes so there is no washing up to do apart from the cutlery. We could of used our hands but the mushy peas would have been messy. I am thoroughly podged and lay on the sofa to have a quick nap. I ask my partner to wake my in half an hour and with that dive under a blanket and snooze. When I wake up more than an hour and a half has passed, my partner did not want to disturb me! So now its time for the ice cream walk. We are not great walkers at the moment due to my sore toes but we manage our usual jaunt despite the wind being well gusty and full of gusto. We can see the waves breaking against the promenade wall and throwing white walls of foam over it. Having walked our walk I pushed on to the sea front and tried to capture the breaking waves and sea spray but also the sound of the waves rolling the giant pebbles back and forth at the waters edge. Its a deep and grumbling sound that speaks of power and relentlessness.

Back to the apartment to read and for me to start to draft the blog, typing stuff up first and then doing the jiggery pokery to add the pictures and the videos, which always takes a while. Its early evening and tea will be sandwiches and cake before settling on some TV. It will be an early night of meds, hand physio and strapping on the finger splint with the magic gel strip. Tomorrow we will brave beach again.