well, summer flew by, then autumn flung itself at me and I find myself peering into the 3rd drawer down and rekindling relationships with my modest collection of comforting jumpers. Hello old friends! I still have the bright orange billabong jumper that Anne gave me years ago when she was having a clearout! What am I like? But there's the 'new' alarmingly woolly, shades of blue, swirly- patterned one that I got at Oxfam this summer - it needs to be cold for that one! I love the melt of seasons, I love winter - the fact Jazz and I can have the beach to ourselves more often than not - a contemplative egret, some trilling oystercatchers and the steady accompaniment of whooshing splooshing waves and hissing sand, that rattling crackling sound of pebbles in the making. On this beach life is easy and joyous, celebratory even - but my thoughts swim to beaches elsewhere and I make wishes . . . . .
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