Safetosea

Saturday, with a small pause in the ongoing bedlam I did manage a few moments in the sun of a pretty glorious late summer day.

A semi glassy 2-3 foot swell pulsed quietly, the odd long wall giving me what I needed to play with the hull and glide some worries away for those moments at least. The crowd, such as it was, were fellow travellers in the search for a little happiness, a dad and his kids, a couple of euro longboarders, one air seeking missile who gave us a glimpse of what might have been had air seeking existed in the seventies before muscle memory precluded any delusions of grandeur.

The water was warm, kids laughed on the beach, all was good.

Today is another day.