Fun in the sun.. or not..

Sand in the swimmers. Water up the nose. A salty tongue. Seaweed strangling your toes. Tumbling in the white wash. The potential to be stung, bitten or scratched. Being future employed this is one of my favourite experiences to fill the day. Having the beach nearby there is the attitude that to bother visiting the conditions need to be the best. Bright blue skies, little amount of wind, small swells (for those swimming!), clean sand (what was with the thousands of lifeless ladybirds at cathos?) and hot lifeguards (but who’s looking..mmm). However this week despite the grey skies (or maybe because of them, have you seen Mister’s pale British skin?), the Tourist inspired me to venture out. And it was great! I had goose bumps before entering the water but could not be outdone by a tourist so I ventured forth. And here is the question.. do you face the cold water slowly..letting your toes acclimatise first then little by little the body follows? Do you hold your hands up above the water? Do you dive head first, no turning back? Do you only go in if your body is encased in a steamer? I am a runner (mm..Is this a reflection on how I face conflict?). It may start with pain but it is exhilarating. Sand in your swimmers is a great exfoliant, water up the nose clears out any bugs, coke tastes better after salt on the tongue, your toes can make sushi rolls, and tumbling in the whitewash is a cheap spa bath. I am inspired. I know some of you out there who live just around the corner (you know who you are!!) haven’t seen the sand in awhile.. Call me.. I am up for it.. cloudy days, spitting rain, sunny skies. I will just be truly glad that I can. (England: 0 Australia: 1)