funny day, I am not sure whether I have enjoyed it or not?
Hot days at the sea bring out hoards of families, barking dogs, beach balls, buckets and spades, tents and all the paraphernalia of a day at the coast.
Now, there’s me who is trying to be a recluse and I’ve just discovered I’m not making much of a job of it, especially by moving here right smack bang in the thick of it! I am fine if I decide I like you, but until then I would rather remain aloof. This I realise is completely at odds with the me who used to invite folk in off the streets. People do tend to smile at me and talk to me, bit like cats who have a sixth sense that you don’t like them, make a beeline for you. Well, same thing applies.
Even tonight having a late walk along the beach; on the return trip I got into conversation with a couple sat out admiring the Turner sky. We couldn’t get away.
When we eventually did, himself said to me
‘You hit the on button then!’
And I suppose I did just by being friendly and passing the time of day. When all I really want is to be left alone. This being a recluse lark is obviously an art I haven’t quite perfected yet.