Dancing on the beach

And no, not me but these birds. But just in the small area under one of the permanent beach umbrellas. Were they hiding from the rain perhaps? Who knows? But something to ponder on this very grey morning on the beach.

The day started with Pilates and much needed stretching, an overdue pedicure. ‘Memorable’ for the chats with the lovely lady from the Philippines who transforms my feet. Always kind when sometimes it’s not something you see a lot. My blond hair and blue eyes also caused a bit of a stir among the local women who I could see sneaking looks. I look very different and I’m used to it know.

Then it was hours of pure, much needed laziness on the sofa. Not a bad Sunday.