I am extraordinarily lucky in being able to work some of the time at home. Today, after a drizzly start, the sun came out so that I could spend my lunch hour on the beach
and, notwithstanding inasmuch as which, barefoot.
Now, slap me round the gob with a dead fish if that isn’t infinitely preferable to spending one’s lunchtimes in an office in a city that’s violent and overcrowded.
In a recent nocturnal emission, Boris Johnson, Mayor of London, whom posterity will show to have been the greatest statesman of this or any other age, actually boasted that the London Underground carries more passengers in any given interval than the rest of Britain’s rail network put together, and, moreover, combined, as if this was something to be proud of. When I am schnozz-by-axil in some sardine can stuttering slowly underground, especially in summer when the entire conglomeration smells like a wrestler’s jockstrap, I can believe it, and yet, I am given to ask – why?
Where are all these people going?
And to what end?
Couldn’t they be doing whatever they are doing at home, somewhere nicer?
Let’s hope not, eh? Else I’ll have to share my paradise with someone. And that would never do.
Sigh. That beach is lovely. And deserted. Sigh.
It snowed here today. Again.
And… I’m waiting until someone asks you “can I smack you around the gob with a dead fish anyway”?
I would quite like to have my lab in my house. Alas there are some sort of health and safety issues with that
Health and Safety are overrated.
aww.. I’m so envious. Sea, [deserted] beach, lunch hour… what’s not to love?! Out of curiosity, how warm is it? and is the water almost freezing still? Or will it be an update of “taking a healthy midday bath photo soon”????
The air temperature was around 16C. The water wasn’t as painfully cold as it was last month, but still pretty chilly. My trick was to walk around until my feet went numb, after which I didn’t notice.
I always suspected a (lover of) hobbit’s feet would be, well, more hirsute.
That’s cos the hair is on the soles of my feet.
Very beautiful beach cromacrox, the sand appears to be very thin,
nothing more.
I used to work in Portbello. The village is featured in lower-right of the banner of my blog. I would often head of to the local beaches, or up the hills (where the shot of for my blog was taken from) for a long walk in the lunch hour if the weather suited and I had time in the evening to make up for the lost time during the day. I now live in town, but it’s only five minutes (brisk) walk to get out the suburb to rural roads. Two minutes walk from the botanical gardens and my place has a view anyway
Photos: This is one of the beaches I walk on, not far from where I used to live (just over the hill):
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Cape_Saunders_Otago_Peninsula.jpg
From a hill I often walk up, looking south back to the Otago peninsula (Dunedin is to the right, out of frame):
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Otago_Peninsula_from_Mount_Cargill.jpg
Roll your mouse over the square on this photo (very cool; Victory Beach again):
http://www.flickr.com/photos/nzpix/2208391771/
There’s a lot more, but I’d bore you
Besides, there are a few photographs of other locations in the South Island are in my last blog post. The last one is of a beach… 
Sorry if my previous comment looks as if I’m trying to attract attention my way, I only meant it in empathy as the photos of walks on the beach reminded me of mine own, which I don’t have the opportunity to do as often these days.
Is a very beautiful beach, yeah!, Grant, It is a miracle of nature.
Alejandro – it’s not the Caribbean. Or even Chile? But I love it, and I can walk there asily from my home. And after the city, it’s so peaceful.
Grant – I understand. Sorry it took a while to unearth from the spam folder. Beaches are great!