It's been a cold and windy week. Not the best time to go away. If you lived in UK for long enough, you'll know you can never plan for the weather. You just have to embrace it and make the most of what you get. The surfers did, and I'm sure they loved it, even though I wasn't too keen on the wind.
It all got a bit too chilly on the beach and the tide was coming in high. I spotted a sign on the side of the road. Perfect. I could do with a hot drink to warm me up.
Hubs went to get the coffee and I wandered off towards the deckchairs on side of the road. They looked very inviting.
I sat down, but there wasn't much view. All I saw were the hedges and slivers of the sea peeping through the branches.
It had been a little tiring battling with the horrid wind all morning. I closed my eyes to rest, and immediately realised why the deckchairs were placed there. When you can't see, listen. What a beautiful sound. The rolling waves, crashing against one another, sometimes whispering gently. Even the wind sounded so beautiful now. The howling and hissing that gave me a headache earlier now sounded so soothing and calming.
For a moment, I forgot about everything and let the sound caress me gently.
Oh, the coffee. That arrived, taking me back to reality. Not being a big coffee fan, I'm not normally very fussy with my drink, they usually taste all the same to me. Occasionally I come across one that wakes my sense, something that takes me into my coffee zone. I don't know if it was the aftermath of my sound immersion or whether this was an especially good bean, either way, it was a welcoming cup of coffee.
