Wellness Wednesday

Too much to ask? Wednesday dawned grey and grisly, a smear of fog giving the impression you were peering through condensed glasses. It wasn't long before the mizzle set in (a dense, sprinkler-like combination of mist and drizzle common in the westcountry). By breakfast, it was lashing down.

It certainly didn’t look like the beach day we had imagined. Oh well. We filled flasks and layered up. On the drive over, the mist clung to the hedgerows. Steep valleys and single-track lanes loomed out of the cloud. 

But when we descended the last hill and reached the coast, the rain and mists were held back by the coastal air pressure. You could see the weather enshrouding the farthest headland, but the beach was calm, with a fresh sky brightened by the light grey-green lilt of the water.

It was surreal (and very nice) to finally see each other in person after over three months behind screens. We split into pairs for a socially distanced beach clean. 

With our good and satisfying deed done, we tucked into our picnics. Daniel brought a BBQ so there were soon sausages sizzling away. This prepared us all for the intense competition [read: amateur hour] that was the Clockwork Kubb championships.

Our macramé introduction was a similar case, all the gear no idea. It's definitely fiddlier than it looks. But we've decided to do this properly at a later date, and make an occasion of it like our wreath-making workshop.