I make my coffee and slink out onto the deck with it. Its still dark, so I step back in to grab a lighter and light my storm lanterns. I love this time of the morning, between three and six; there's an energy to it that is difficult to explain.
It's 12c this morning and the tide is already up since I got up so late. I grab my Chrome book and slide back out of my trainers. I step out onto my deck, sit down and put my feet up on the coffee table. While I'm bringing up the book file, I look up and take a deep breath.…
Awake at six today, slept like a rock. I could vaguely hear waves breaking so I stayed there a bit and pretended I hadn't checked the tide tables to see if I could sense the increasing tide. I concluded, 'Get up, Gandalf'.
I strain for sounds of the sea but it's too far out. Then I listen to a couple of seagulls squabbling over a plastic bag. They skedaddle as I walk towards them, and I pick up the bag.