Well Maybe Just a Half a Drink More.....

Dragged myself from the house this morning. Toolibelle puts us to shame as she danced around the house in the full bikini and then donned her underarmour and went running.

I decided that running was too much; so I walked.

I walked to the beach, the wind all the while almost blowing me back. The waves were white and high, and as I crouched to take a photo - I nearly fell over backwards.

Wind surfers were out, and no matter how refreshing the wind was, there is no way I wanted to be out in that water. Brrrr.

A flock of oyster catchers were sitting in a little bay sheltering from the wind, I would have loved to have shouted and blown them up in to the air for a shot, but I was feeling a bit benevolent... and left them to their comfort.

I walked back up and over the hill - wee bit more cardio than the flat, and at the top of the hill thought my ears might fall off with the cold.

Back to the house - and the Tooli had beat me back. She ran three miles.... I walked 2777 steps. I've got some catching up to do!