Low tide in the wind

A break in the clouds, half an hour without rain, and my world is transformed. The Rothesay ferry ploughs across a briskly blown sea under a streak of blue sky as the waves break brown on the beach - brown because they're laden with the sand they're whipping up. And what was a mere duty walk, fulfilling the inner drive to stay fit, becomes once more a pleasure, as the sudden fleeting warmth brings out the damp smells of seaweed and wet grass.

Maybe I'll not run away today ...