I had a brilliant time at the beach earlier today. It's been a while since I was down at the beach with myself for company. There were a few people about, but not too many that it was crowded.

For that little while, everything was right with the world. No one that I had to wait around for, no walking on eggshells with conversation, no grumbles about the weather. There was me, the beach, the cool almost crystal clear water, fine sand and the warmth of the sun. Oh and a book and bottle of tea.

I didn't realise how much I'd missed it.

I always miss Pingy when I'm at the beach. It didn't feel crowded when we went; it just was. And chubby 'ol bubble tea after.