Hello,
There’s a warning of gales…
I thought I was awakening to the shipping forecast (I normally do). I wasn’t, I was lost, dreaming.
Viking, North Utsire, South Utsire.
But it was seagulls shrieking outside that had broken the dream.
Julie and I were away for a few days, tucked away in a small coastal port. Enjoying the peace.
Although so far, and surprisingly, we had met quite a few people who knew us.
Moderate or good, occasionally poor.
Yesterday we had started the day with a walk on the beach, on the way we were recognised and received an order for two LandWorks picnic benches!
In the evening, we sat outside a cafe, watching the hustle and bustle along the seafront.
When “Oi, Oi, Oi, how are you pair?”
It was a blast from the past.
Veering north-westerly, 5 or 6 later.
Billy, a graduate from 2019, was taking part in a local 5K race.
We spent a happy 20 minutes or so catching up. He introduced us to some of his family and then he was off.
Part of the community.
For many it wasn’t always like that..
Storm force 10 and occasionally violent storm 11.
I can’t help but wonder what’s it all about, why did some folks get into such difficulties?
In my lower moments I have wondered if we have just created a union of ruined souls.
Visibility: Poor becoming good.
In minutes my phone’s ringing, it’s Jarvis, Billy’s told him we met, they are delighted.
Jarvis is reassuring me that things definitely do get better.
Rough becoming moderate, occasionally slight later.
Chris
17th July 2025