IT’s that time of year where you can’t be certain that you’ll be able to walk in the morning. Last night the forecast showed that rain might just clear the area at the right time. It was difficult to tell whether or not it was raining, and that being the case it probably means that it’s not heavy and the wearing of the heavy duty raincoat might be appropriate. As it happens, listening in the conservatory showed no signs of a downpour. Normal coat then.
Walking down the road, I suddenly noticed the quiet. Well, almost. The only things I could hear were my footsteps, the swish of my coat and a solitary bird singing a beautiful song. It must have lasted two minutes before a car came along. The rest of the walk though went well.
I reached the waterfront probably about five minutes after the Mon St Michell had passed in to the harbour. It was a little bit blustery, and a bit nippy, I appreciated the hat, gloves & padded jacket.
I hadn’t realised that when we talk about the spring and neap tides, they are in name only. Tides of this scale happen twice a month, all year round. Why didn’t I know that? Why hadn’t I learned this before?
Just goes to show doesn’t it? You learn something new every day.