Saw the sea again yesterday! Wow, twice in one weekend. It was blue, blue, blue, shimmering and sparkling. This time, it only took us 40 minutes to get there - even though we went to a spot further up the coast called Castricum. Nothing to do with 'castricate' - the Romans must have been here once. We called in first at Castricum-on-Sea, parking illegally and for free in the disabled car park and strolling for five or ten minutes down the sand dune and along the wooden boards laid out on the beach in front of the row of restaurants. It felt like holiday-time again. For me, that is. For Bud, born and raised on a Caribbean holiday island, it's a bit of a memory of home - a poor substitute for the real thing. "I did it for you," he said, reminding me of his big-hearted gesture in getting me to the seaside again. (He says the same thing when he does the washing up...)
Today it's still sunny and we've been sitting out on the balcony, soaking it up. Pale and wan as I am, I've come inside for half an hour to enjoy the quiet and cool and catch up on my blog. "It looks like you're going to spend the whole afternoon inside, doing your blog," says Bud. "No, not true," I say, wishing he'd buzz off outside again and leave me to it. Men are wonderful but a girl has to have some time alone...
In my next life, in England, I want a garden with some shady trees to sit under. I'm not asking much, am I?!
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