Retiring to Live by the Sea and Write Books – My Fake Journal – Episode 15
I'm stirred by a dog slapping his wet muzzle on my neck obviously wondering whether I've expired, and I roll over laughing. It's already a great day.
Retiring to Live by the Sea and Write Books – My Fake Journal – Episode 14
'Lundy. Southwesterly gale force eight expected later. Wind. Southwesterly seven or gale eight at first in southeast, otherwise northwesterly four to six. Sea State. Rough, becoming moderate later. Rain then showers. Visibility. Poor becoming good.'
Retiring to Live by the Sea and Write Books – My Fake Journal – Episode 13
Willow is attempting to open the front curtains by herself, so I help her achieve that, pour some coffee into my flask, grab my waterproof and step out. As Billy Connolly once said, 'There's no such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes.'
Retiring to Live by the Sea and Write Books – My Fake Journal – Episode 12
There's a consistency and flow to the tides that I find comforting. On rough water days there's a constant sound of rushing water that's hypnotic. It's that I focus on now as I march up the beach, my muscles getting a bit of a wake up call.
Retiring to Live by the Sea and Write Books – My Fake Journal – Episode 11
By the time I've done the bathroom thing, put the kettle on and opened the curtains in the front, the sky is just beginning to lighten. I see one torch on the beach, likely an early dog walker. I get it; when I'm meditating to the sunrise I feel like I'm the only one out there. It feels like the whole world is asleep and toasty in their beds. It's just me, the sand and the water.
Retiring to Live by the Sea and Write Books – My Fake Journal – Episode 10
In this reverie I calculate I've walked at a good pace for twenty minutes or so. I'm at the fluffy sand and appear to have caught up with the white poodle, who's now plastered in sand and chomping on a stick which has some seaweed hanging from it.
