Monday 13 February 2012: 'No ice cream until May'...
717/365: ... the woman in the village shop said when Nick went in for ice cream. It's not like it's going to go off though. So why no ice cream? We only wanted a little bit for our pud, y'know! But there was none to be had.
Logically, the weather really wasn't what might be called 'ice cream weather', to be fair.
Occasionally you have one of those out of body experiences where you go 'what on earth am I doing!??!!?'. That was almost this afternoon when we were out for a walk on Putsborough beach with our friends. With the wind battering us into diagonal submission, Maddy squelching her way back to the car - boots full of sea-water - and Felix with soaking trousers for the second time that day... I almost had one of those moments. Almost. However, it was trumped with rosy cheeked holiday enthusiasm instead and the knowledge that a cuppa cha wasn't too far away! Plus, the fact that I have absolutely no dignity and will happily wear mittens and ear muffs to the beach so that I'm nice an' toasty. :o)
Actually, it was amazing how many people were out on the beach really, given that the wind was attempting to blow the contents of the beach into the next county. We obviously enjoyed being sand blasted lots because we've been to the beach twice today. This morning we definitely weren't the only ones. There were surfers out, families walking, kids building sandcastles (okay, that was me), people flying kites... all go really.
Maddy and Nick gathered bits of bleached wood / shells (= treasure!), while I did sand stuff with Fizz. By the time I'd dug a huge moat, Felix decided that he needed to add water to the mix. Bearing in mind we were a good few hundred feet from the edge of the water, you had to admire his gritty determination as he walked down to the grey sea and filled his tiny bucket with water. Ten minutes later, he was back... feet soaked and fingers turning purple in the cold.
He pours the water into the moat.
It disappears instantly, leaving only sad beige foam behind.
'Oh', he says.
'Oh', I say.
PS Really REALLY rubbish night's sleep last night. After getting the wood burner sorted, we ended up baking ourselves in front of it for the whole evening...
PPS ... and superheating the house to the extent where I could only lie semi-comatose on top of the bed, wilting but not sleeping
PPPS Tonight. We freeze. :o)