Well, our heating engineer returned from his travels and we found not one but two electricians and a builder so it looks as if July will (fingers crossed) be the month when we take the financial plunge. The current boiler’s being put out of its misery and the wiring, which seems to consist of very few sockets and very many extension leads, will be replaced. If there’s any money left in the system we may even be able to spend it something more fun like, oooh, big whoopee, a kitchen or bathroom, but I suspect that things like new paint colours and fabrics are way down the line. Never mind, I’m not complaining, I’m still feeling very fortunate that we’ve landed where we have; I’ve had enough tough times to appreciate the good times when they come along.
Many years ago, I got into difficulties in very deep water trying to swim back to a boat. Worse still, I had my small daughters with me. I remember being underwater seeing Lily’s legs kicking above me as she broke the surface and the sense of relief that the girls were going to be all right. Clearly, we all made it back, but it’s left me with a very healthy respect for the sea. But when Tom proposed an early morning swim this week, I was more concerned about the water temperature, after all it hasn’t exactly been scorchio here lately.
A walk down the hill and wrestling into a wetsuit soon chased the cold away, but I did think I was going to bottle it at the eleventh hour when I saw how the wind was whipping up the waves. Thanks to some help from Tom, I managed to overcome my nerves and I was so glad I did! It’s pretty exhilarating splashing about in the waves, especially when there’s no one else on the beach, so we’ve every intention of making the most of it before the busy summer holidays. Once in a while, feeling the fear and doing it anyway is the jolt that reminds you how good it feels to take the plunge. The photographic evidence's at the top of this post... but, naturally, there are no big waves in sight!
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My goodness, I can't believe you have just finished your third novel - go girl! Hope you enjoyed your swim!
Jeanne
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It's got me wishing that I will someday get to sit down again with you and Tom and talk of so many things.
Your writing in this post will most likely contribute to some plot lines in my dreams tonight.
Dreams, mind you, no nightmares. xo
Find more time to enjoy your beautiful home....hugs x
Did I hear the words 'third novel'? Am hugely impressed! xx
I understand that, Milla, but at the moment, I've overcome the fear... mind you, still don't like seeing the odd jellyfish about. Too much like water spiders. eeek!
Fp, taking the plunge is what you're doing lots of lately!
Jeanne, I wish! No, just two! And thank you.
Ah, Mags, I know you're more intrepid than me, but maybe I'll give the body boarding a go!
Debs, the wetsuit works wonders - I wouldn't go in without it!
Frances, that's a lovely thought about this post working its way into your dreams. I do hope we can sit down together again and catch up. The door's open...
Pondside, it is a special feeling - we feel lucky to live so close to a beach that's quiet most of the time.
Pauline, thanks for your good wishes - I do hope the building works are progressing as they should now.
LBD, No, don't mention the jellyfish (see above)! Truly, the water's lovely and clear here and the beach is flat and sandy with no seaweed... or I probably wouldn't go in either.
Helen - three cheers for the wetsuit, although the first trickle of cold water down the neck is horrid!
Where is your spirit of adventure?