Dissolving resolve

I really did intend to go to tonight's Pilates class. It was paid for, leggings donned and mat on the back seat of the car I set off in good time. But then I just could not bear the thought of taking all my warm cosy layers off and bending my body into weird and unnatural positions.

Before I knew it I had driven past the hall and was heading for the beach. A brisk walk provided exercise, at least, though it came with its own discomfort. The cold wind made my ears ache and the rain didn't let up. But it was good to get some fresh air and the colours of beach pebbles and seaweed were lovely.

Maybe next week....