It has been one of those weeks. One evening out, to discuss scarecrows of all things for the village Scarecrow Festival, meant three days of bed recovering. The joy of being a spoonie!
Today I longed to be out at the sea, even if it was looking at it through the car windscreen. Anti sickness meds taken and dosed up with yellows, off we went. It was heaven. We are so lucky to live close enough to the sea we can be there under an hour. We really need to go there more often especially on days the children are at school and the tourists haven’t arrived yet.
The sound of the waves, the smell and salty air calms your soul and wakes it up. It is a truly revitalising experience.
The tide was coming in so I was able to hobble with help of my daughter to the sea. Shoes off and jeans rolled up, we went on a slow walk to the water. The baby turtles on the nature documentaries are faster than me. There is nothing like the feel of damp sand squishing beneath your toes to make you feel happy.
I learnt that, being low on dopamine means you can’t leap up and a way from freezing cold waves. Instead you have one leg that freezes causes you to stumble forward needing to be caught by your hubby.
I do miss the ability to walk along the shoreline for miles with my husband. In the past I would be walking, skipping and jumping into waves with energy to spare. My husband would hold my hand for romance, not as a carer making sure I could get from A to B without falling over. Now the effort to walk the few metres to the water while fighting a leg that is insistent on spasming and twist is tiring. I miss running to the water’s edge jumping over incoming waves with my daughter,laughing as the cold water makes you squeal. I wish we had done it more when I could and appreciated those moments a lot more. But I guess life changes and you have to look at the positives. I am lucky I have a great family as well as yellows so I can have days like today and still paddle in the sea*.
*If you take at least one step in the sea and get your jeans soggy, it is still classed as paddling.