o'clock

Woken way too early for the second day running by the all-too-enthusiastic.

Stuffed him full of banana and weetabix and took a push-chair aided stumble through the empty streets of Cawsand.

Though they weren't empty.

On the two minute passage to the beach I met three people out walking and all far too cheery for 5.30 am. They trumpeted hellos, I mumbled something that sounded like a chest infection. Still booting up.

When I get to the beach there's someone emerging from the placid waters of the bays all nymph-like.

These people were neither drunk nor obviously deranged. Nor were they tending burbling infants. I cannot fathom what they were doing out and about at that time of the morning? Weirdos.

I took this picture to remind myself that although it was far too early, the 45 minutes I spent with the mr getupandgo on the beach this morning were beautiful.

Back home now and all of us missing the sea.