Today I fancied going for a walk down the beach, only not the beach 5 minutes from my house, which has banks of shingle that takes far too much effort to walk along.
Instead I got in my car and drove 5 minutes down the road, to a car park popular with surfers and people watching them.
I can count the times I have parked here on one hand in the past twenty years. I don't know if it's because it's so close, or always looks full, or that I'm just not interested in surfing. It counts as one of the sports that just looks no fun at all, to me.
Anyway, the car park in question is half as big as it used to be, due to coastal erosion.
You can just make out the original edge, and the white car is running down the new stretch.
Talking of land slips, there were large, recent slips due to the wet winter. People fossil hunting, especially as a new species of flying teradactyl was discovered by a young girl recently. I have also found a teradactyl bone, which has been in a local museum for several years now.
My plans to walk along the flat and sandy beach here were thwarted by the tide, which was crashing against the cliffs. Instead I walked along the coastal path until I reached these steep steps down to the beach.
I turned round and went back, here.
Back at the car park I had a lovely mug of milky coffee for £1, and sat in my car watching the surfers. There was a lot out today, with the big waves attracting them. It looked like they were getting in each other's way. Many of them floated right out, beyond the point where the waves break, just waiting......
Those who did have a go seemed to stay on for a few seconds, then had to paddle back out again, ducking their heads down to get through the crashing surf.
It must be a huge adrenaline rush to spend half an hour or more getting into position for a few seconds on the board.
It was freezing, as usual for our British Spring this year.
Looks fun, doesn't it? ( not )
Back in the warmth, my two boys were sharing a small bed. This is a rare event in my house, as my cats are not related, all different ages and don't trust each other.
I love the photos from other peoples' blogs of their cats squashed up together, looking like giant cat cushions. This scene only happened because Rolly was so deeply asleep (snoring) that he didn't wake up when Whiskers muscled in. Whiskers is good at muscling in, and he didn't understand why he wasn't having the usual effect of getting his own way, so he had to make do with his head not fitting on the cushion.