***This was written two days ago, before the Big Hot Hit!***
Bit of writer’s block so down to the water with the kayak at 8.30AM.
A deserted beach.
Glittering: my fave time.
Debating which direction to paddle.
In the kayak.
It was only when we were on our way back across the bay, we realised we had forgotten to pack lifejackets. Oh well, we could always swim…
Looks idyllic, Prue. If I wasn’t tucked away in my own writer’s paradise I;d be very jealous. And sounds like it’s hotter your way than here just now. Bliss!
Gracious! Mark Williams! Where have you been? Neither sight nor sound for months and months! Good to hear from you.
To be truthful, I hate the heat when it gets beyond 24 Celsius. Hate humidity too. Fortunately our summer isn’t often as hot as yesterday. That said, how wonderful to swim and kayak after the long cold, wet winter.
“`Believe me, my young friend, there is NOTHING–absolute nothing–half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats.”.
Giselle, did you know my second name was Ratty and my third name was Mole? I haven’t a fourth name: some wag might call me Toad and that would be awful!