Dawn over Freshwater Bay. My last day on the Isle of Wight and I wanted to paddle in the sea. So I went out at dawn. There were 5 women swimming, and I would have joined them except the time was too short. They said it was wonderful, they swim there regularly. But I did paddle. The light was beautiful. I do love being by the sea: perhaps being born in Portsmouth leaves me with a residual hankering for the ocean.
We took the car ferry from Yarmouth to Lymington. As we waited for the ferry to arrive, there was a shower, and a rainbow over the marina.
It was fun to spot from the sea the places we had walked past earlier in the week: Fort Victoria, the Tennyson monument. And so ends the longest holiday I have had this year. It was a magnificent interlude and I need to contrive a few more breaks from the everyday.
I see that Scotland now has 5 “tiers.” Someone has written to me saying, keep going on the blog, you may be here for a while yet. Digital Christmas? Bah humbug!