Clarity

about seaside towns midweek if you don't live there and aren't used to them when they're quiet. The penultimate week of my last job (more on that later) was spent on annual leave, and Ian and I decided to take a midweek trip to Littlehampton, which is rapidly becoming my favourite place by the sea.

It was extremely windy and somehow we did manage to spend an entire day wandering and watching and hearing the sounds of a windy harbour. I find the noise of ropes slapping against masts most eerie and evocative. There were very few people about, even on such a beautiful sunny day, which added to our sense of dislocation.

We saw the tide come right in, and it came in very high, driven again by the wind I guess. It was a strange, peaceful day.