01 September 2010

a is for ...


I don't think I mentioned what a lovely time I had with my friend at the seaside. She'd rented a large flat looking out over the beach and invited me to stay for a few days. I thought at first that I would not be able to sleep with the constant sound of the waves outside the window and the first night I dreamt of having to escape from floods but soon I found myself looking forward to being lulled to sleep by the rhythm of the waves below.  Swims before breakfast, running down to the sea with only a towel over our cozzies, sitting on chairs on the beach, bacon rolls or egg sandwiches at the promenade cafe, testing cream teas and ices around the town, fish and chips on the pier or taking our supper to eat on the bench overlooking the sea: these soon became our daily rituals.  Only today I read somewhere that people in this country are natural grazers, with more snacking opportunities throughout the day than most other Europeans - I think we made use of all of them.  Our outings took us as far as the local museum, trips to the market or junk shops, taking the rowing boat ferry across the river, climbing the church tower at a  local fete to look out over the town and taking tea in the church hall, a night at the cinema to watch Laurel and Hardy, Alastair Sim and Margaret Rutherford.   After dark we would watch the rabbits come out of the cliffs and hop around in the road, play scrabble or do the so-called quick crossword until midnight.

C and I have been friends since we were twelve.  She read the primary school report I posted last week, said how different it was to hers when she was younger and wondered how we ever became friends.  Put it down to yin and yang.  All of which brings me to the acorn, one that caught my eye as I walked along the path to our allotments. You see, my friend teaches children and has a thing about alphabets.  So I thought  I would create an alphabet over the next few weeks as a little thank you gift.  And with apologies that "acorn" is not particularly good for teaching children as it does not start with a phonetic letter "a",  I offer instead that from little acorns...

7 comments:

knit nurse said...

oh that sounds like the perfect holiday! Where was it? I am imagining somewhere like Cromer where I had a similar holiday with a good friend about 8 years ago, but I guess it could be almost any of the UK's much-under-rated seaside towns.

Rattling On said...

Sounds like a perfect break. I love sea swimming, can't bear swimming baths.

colleen said...

KN - It was Southwold, rather different to when I first visited on a bike more years ago than I care to remember, but still lovely seaside.

Liz said...

Ah, Southwold, I remember holidaying there when my daughter was little and it was like stepping back into the 1950's. Wonderfully nostalgic. Your stay there sounds an ideal break. Apart from the pre breakfast swimming, that is. I never learned to swim and the thought of trying to squeeze my ample frame into a swimsuit.......!

Val said...

It sounds like a perfectly lovely break :o)

btw I love Alastair Sim and Margaret Rutherford

Gerry Snape said...

Ah lovely Southwold. You might like my 3 blogs on it when we went earlier in the year. Alan exhibits in The Buckenham Gallery there...the penguins are his!!

Lara said...

Sounds an amazing holiday - I'm so glad you had lovely time - I love go to sleep listening to the sea. Heavenly. I'm thinking that an autumnal break to the see is called for.