A long, hot walk has turned into an unplanned swim. A brief, cooling unplanned swim. The water bracing in Autumn will become even more of a challenge in the winter months. But I love the sea. Gliding on the mill pond ripples. Riding the rollercoaster swells on windier days. The nudging waves that push the swimmer in one direction or another. I stand on the empty beach with only the wind and sun drying my bared, bare body. Waiting to turn from wet to acceptable damp before dressing. No one around but my dog. Water averse and patiently sitting, he now licks my legs as I head for the car and home to a warm, comforting shower. My skin powdered with a salty residue that is, apparently, irresistible.
You've done it again: More evocative food stories and pithy one-word sentences Great stuff!
Fabulous Louis! Like a painting in words! Well done! 👏👏😘
All those super words !!
But “stance of a weightlifter “!!!! Brilliant so funny and how true is that 👏👏👏.
Very
Imaginative writing as ever xx