The last couple of days I’ve had a hit of the blue meanies. They get me every now and again, as I think they do everyone, especially creative types.
I get this feeling like I’m in a rowing boat drifting out to sea with no oars and I don’t feel in charge of anything. If someone asked me if I wanted toasted almonds on my chocolate ice cream, I wouldn’t be able to make a decision.
So today I went along with my husband up on his suggestion of a walk in the mild very early summer sunshine.
We walked along the seafront and I saw a gorgeous little girl wearing a flowery dress with bright yellow wellingtons.
I saw a man on a skateboard being pulled along by his Staffie which was eagerly running while his owner held the lead. The man was holding another little fluffy dog under his other arm.
The sailing club was having a dingy race.
The sailing club was having a race.
We bumped into a couple of friends also out to make the most of the sunshine.
It was warm enough to take off my jacket and I could feel the sun’s warmth on my skin.
We stopped to look at the progress they’re making on restoring the pier, which was burned down by arsonists a few years ago. It’s all very exciting.
When we got back to the house an hour later, I felt entirely back to normal.
I’m grateful that sometimes it only takes a walk to put me right.