The 3 “R”s

I can’t remember what Lee Abbey calls it’s weekend programme.  But there’s a lot of “R”s in the title.  Not that this matters as I spend a lot of the weekend outside.  As I walk down to the beach the cool breeze raises goose pimples – it’s chilly after sticky city heat. Crunching over rocks and damp sand I spot little transparent blobs with faint violet markings: jellyfish.  Not on my wish list for the weekend – I’d planned to swim and hate the thought of getting stung.  So I compromise, padding across the bay in shin deep wavelets, kicking up spray, digging my toes into the sticky sand. I love this beach – it’s special to me.  The quiet space where I feel most relaxed. Where I can talk to God or be silent.  Later, I sit under a walnut tree in the peaceful, otherwordly tea cottage gardens.  The solid twisty tree limbs happily dapple the sunlight.  Reading a man-size chunk of biblical proverbs – my weekend project, whilst eating oven warm home baked scone and tea in unmatched china cups that my mum would be proud to own is a nice start to a weekend.

It’s a tale of two beaches – and two days of weather.  Saturday I wake to misty grey drifting across the rooftop outside my room.  And slip and slide down to the little cove the other side of Lee Bay. There are goats – I’m not surprised: only a goat can clamber down here in damp Devon rain without losing it’s footing.  Sitting on a damp rock, clear of seaweed slime, I watch the surf smacking into an anvil shape rock, barnacles clinging on in a pool of seawater and the spray relentlessly coming in with the tide. Climbing up out of the coombe, I realise why I have the genetic throwback of really strong legs!


Chocolate for breakfast?

“Doesn’t everyone eat chocolate at breakfast time?”  Well apparently not, says the lady in the coffee shop.  I’m talking the real deal: Co-op Fairtrade, redolent of toffee and caramel. Or the deep, dark, fruit note of Green & Blacks milk. Not the sweet, greasy cheap filler that fuels a walk.  So why should you eat such a lovely thing for breakfast?

I guess it’s when you need a hit? First thing, to wake the day.  Coffee in the sun, with some dark chocolate, raisin free biscuit cake. Something like that: it’s what Saturdays are made for.  Quality in a small dose.