A little throwback post to March 2011.
This morning my boyfriend and I woke up early in the dark Sunday morning light, to the sound of falling rain and cars driving over the wet roads outside his flat. After a rushed cup of tea we loaded up the car with his surfboards and left for the beach.
The skies were grey and the horizon was was indecipherable against the dark, flat ocean waters. Only ghostly outlines of ships could be seen floating behind the think mist. Streams of water gushed down the slanted parking lot and only a few dedicated joggers blurred through the window screen, could be seen on the promenade.
We stripped down and ran to the beach, shivering under the icy Autumn drops, trudging through puddles of driftwood and onto the wet sand.The sea was flat and speckled with raindrops and crowded with surfers and canoes. We crashed through the breakers into the warm sea and paddled out. He put me on the long-board and pushed me out into the waves, holding on behind me and I giggled wildly from the rush.
We bobbed about the ocean, kissing and playing until it was too cold to enjoy it.The rain had calmed,and the salt tingled on my skin. A shower shared with a vagrant, refreshed us before we hopped in the car, heater on, and cruised home for blueberry flapjacks.
Perfect morning.Thank you