I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.
Since the glorious sunshine the other day, our weather has turned very wet and windy. On Saturday our usual shopping trip was cancelled because our fridge/freezer is freezing what it should not and not able to freeze that which it should. I tried talking to it, everyone else tried giving it a swift kick every time it made an awful howling noise, but it was having none of it and finally we had to give in and have a look at it. The new part has been ordered but until it arrives and we know if it has fixed the problem we effectively have a freezer for a fridge and no freezer.
So, shopping cancelled and with time on our hands we decided on a walk along the beach. The rain had stopped but it was still very windy – perfect weather for beach walking as far as I am concerned. We are very lucky here to have a choice when it comes to beaches. Living on the south coast of Devon there are several within a half hour drive. My favourite though is Budleigh Salterton beach. A beautiful pebble beach with a long stretch for walking and, with the wind up and the sea raging, all the pebbles make a truly magnificent sound. Of course I always forget that what is very windy here translates into a gale when on the beach; we had trouble standing up a couple of times but wow, does it blow the cobwebs away.
Forgive the lopsided photo. This is probably the only photo I’m able to show you as I have just wasted half an hour trying to get the other, more interesting ones off my phone onto the computer to no avail. Technology.
The smell of the sea instantly takes me back to my childhood. Reminds me of summer holidays. You smelt the sea before you saw it and even now, after all these years, no matter how many times we come down to the beach, every time we do I remember the excitement of it all.
We always come away with a couple of pebbles in our pockets. Taking pebbles from the beaches here is not allowed but we can never seem to resist taking one or two pretty ones, however old we get. Perhaps again, it’s that childhood memory. Once home, we add them to our small pot along with all the others we have
stolen brought home through the years. Our clandestine stash of memories, collectively representing those quiet walks together on the beach. Peaceful moments before returning to the hustle and bustle of everyday life.
Clearing out my knitting basket and trying to decide which projects will be completed and which are going to be frogged, I came across two lonely socks, each the first of a pair. As some of you may know, I only wear hand knitted socks, so I always have a pair or two on the go.
I’m not sure why these fell by the way, just got lost amongst the UFO’s I expect. Anyway I whipped up the second of each to complete the pairs and now have two pairs for the price of one, or that’s how it feels. Shame I can’t find any more half pairs!
This afternoon I am going to be baking some Gluten Free Pumpkin Bars, recipe courtesy of the Gluten Free Goddess, so you know they’re going to be good. I have a small pumpkin that is roasting as I type and the left overs will become roasted pumpkin soup which was specially requested this morning.