My world is a little less grey these days (literally, I mean – I’ve not been in a mid-winter funk or anything). The roadsides are absolutely shining with daffodils – every garden, every park, every ditch, and every pathway are banked with them, yellow as far as the eye can see..
And this morning was sunny, so first thing we headed down to one of my favourite beaches, Inganess, where we saw swimmers crisscrossing the little bay. They eventually came out of the ocean, one in a black wetsuit, and one in just a bathing suit. Her skin was red. I don’t mean pink, or blush, or anything like that – I mean her skin, from her forehead to her crocs, was absolutely, vividly, tomato-red. I wanted to take a picture of her, but that seemed a tad intrusive. After they got out of the sea, they stood chatting (no towels) for about 5 minutes before heading off. It was five degrees out. I was wearing jeans, turtleneck, heavy jacket, and a scarf.
