I wore one of my favourite skirts today, a favourite because it is brown ( yes I love brown ) it is comfortable and it is thrifted. I piled on the layers and toped them off with a warm sweater, also thrifted. I added a jaunty scarf and thought that this just might be enough.
But then I looked out the window and noticed the ice and realised that more layers were definitely needed. So I added a big leather coat, also thrifted, gloves and a wooly hat.
I drove first to the estuary where there is a bird watching stand built by our local and viewing stand loving Rotarians. There is a dusting of snow on the mountains though there has been very little of it this year so our water supply will be restricted this summer and the local skiing businesses have suffered.
As I made my way to the beach, along the main street of town which was not yet clogged up with the usual Friday traffic, I passed mums pushing strollers, seniors' walking groups striding briskly, and a few people making their way to the office or to open up their shops. Fitness enthusiasts were gathering as I parked my car beachside. Some wore neon and black fitness gear, others were as bundled up as I was wearing many layers of whatever they had in their closets. There is a steep sandbank which has a long flight of steps and these have become a popular local exercise spot. People climb up and down these steep steps at various paces and with differing levels of comfort, I'm sure. The steps are much steeper than they look in this photo. The red blob in the photo is an elderly man determinedly but slowly making his way up.
I walked slowly along the beach taking pictures of the same things I always take pictures of. I am fascinated by the jewel tones of the seaweed, and the texture of driftwood and gnarly old roots that have washed up on shore. The sand is marked all over with the treads of boots and sneakers that have walked here before me.
Don't forget to look up, I reminded myself, thinking that I must look sort of peculiar shuffling along camera always aimed at the ground.
It was a lovely day and I happily went about snapping pictures until it was time to meet mum and dad for lunch. I had intended to bring the camera and take pictures of the charming little cafe but by then I was hungry and was thinking only about coffee and a bagel, which turned into two coffees, a gluten free bagel-sandwich and half a macaroon. I must remember that there is half a wrapped up macaroon still in my bag.