Promenade
Friday, 6. April 2007, 20:05:31
I spent today with Nicky, we lazed in bed until almost midday, then went into Eastbourne town for a Cornish pastie on the beach before walking a couple of miles along the promenade up to Holywell for an ice cream at the cafe then walking back again. Nicky has a friend who writes a great blog called Three Beautiful Things, which she uses to record the little things that make you smile. I thought I'd blatantly rip off her style for this blog post because I saw hundreds of beautiful things today.
Thousands of people getting up off their arse to enjoy the sunshine.
A mother struggling to quieten her toddler through restrained laughter as she repeatedly sang, "la la LAAA la la la" at the top of her tiny lungs.
Lots of brightly coloured sails on the horizon partly obscured by the heat haze.
An old lady scolding her partner for poking her with the long stem of a plant. I hope I'm still playing at that age.
A little boy on the beach industriously constructing a wall of sand to defend his sand castle from the encroaching sea. On the way back the same lad had built defences to rival the walls of Troy.
A beautiful young girl sunbathing on the beach wearing a skimpy pink bikini & great big clod hopping Doc Martin style boots.
A smiley face made of pebbles & seaweed.
A middle aged guy on inline skates performed an elegant swerve & pirouette to gracefully dodge round some pedestrians (surprising for a man with quite a beer belly). He gave me a knowing smile seeing my expression of approval.
A whole family of skaters, two young boys probably under 10 skating at breakneck speeds with looks of sheer determination on their faces, an equally determined father seriously struggling to keep up & a mother maintaining a hefty pace while pushing a baby in a pram.
Some really beautiful inscriptions on the park benches looking out to sea.
Finding a hidden public garden that neither of us knew was there that had really furry palm trees in it.
A highly excited collie puppy trying to both chase & run away from the waves simultaneously.
A Chinese Junk amongst all the modern yachts.
The view out to sea from the top of Holywell cliffs.
Thousands of people getting up off their arse to enjoy the sunshine.
A mother struggling to quieten her toddler through restrained laughter as she repeatedly sang, "la la LAAA la la la" at the top of her tiny lungs.
Lots of brightly coloured sails on the horizon partly obscured by the heat haze.
An old lady scolding her partner for poking her with the long stem of a plant. I hope I'm still playing at that age.
A little boy on the beach industriously constructing a wall of sand to defend his sand castle from the encroaching sea. On the way back the same lad had built defences to rival the walls of Troy.
A beautiful young girl sunbathing on the beach wearing a skimpy pink bikini & great big clod hopping Doc Martin style boots.
A smiley face made of pebbles & seaweed.
A middle aged guy on inline skates performed an elegant swerve & pirouette to gracefully dodge round some pedestrians (surprising for a man with quite a beer belly). He gave me a knowing smile seeing my expression of approval.
A whole family of skaters, two young boys probably under 10 skating at breakneck speeds with looks of sheer determination on their faces, an equally determined father seriously struggling to keep up & a mother maintaining a hefty pace while pushing a baby in a pram.
Some really beautiful inscriptions on the park benches looking out to sea.
Finding a hidden public garden that neither of us knew was there that had really furry palm trees in it.
A highly excited collie puppy trying to both chase & run away from the waves simultaneously.
A Chinese Junk amongst all the modern yachts.
The view out to sea from the top of Holywell cliffs.
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By undeuxtroiskid, # 6. April 2007, 20:22:14
They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so I will steal your idea and feel no shame, whatsoever!
K4
By KayFour, # 8. April 2007, 17:15:15