This is a funny time of year for us that live in tourist areas. The tourists are mostly gone although the stalwarts will be here for a while longer. But what we see now are one visit tourists, the bargain bucket holidays. These people book out of season to save some money, they take a chance with the weather but hey don’t we always in the UK? These random tourists are actually so much more respectful of the area we live in, they seem genuinely grateful for the opportunity to visit. Watching this last wave of tourism before we settle into winter isolation always makes me smile.
This morning I was treated by the sight of a couple romantically ‘strolling’ hand in hand along the beach. The beach was deserted, the sand was flat and unmarked except for the trail of their footprints. The inverted commas are there because I am not entirely sure that one can stroll against an easterly wind. Does one have to be upright to stroll or is it acceptable to be bent over to fight the wind? The hands that were not entwined were holding a hat and trying to control hair respectively but they were in T Shirts, well they are tourists and it is a holiday after all.
The children walking past the flat yesterday smothered in ice cream as the wind sought to empty the cone before they could eat it were another example. The young dad telling his son that “you asked for a lolly so you eat it” seemed fair if you presumed the complainant was cold. Of course I had seen the sand whip around said lad and knew what he had in his hand was frozen sandpaper, bet it made his teeth shine. Having just walked back I saw a young girl riding one of those mechanical horses at the amusement arcade. With the howling wind and sand blowing past her the pictures will look like the Wild West.
Of course this is also the time of year when our long term caravan residents start their winter preparations. One of the local caravan sites has now officially extended its season to 52 weeks so the permanent residents are now legitimate. The discussion overheard in the pub yesterday over appropriate locations brought fond childhood memories flooding back. Apparently you don’t want to go near cedars or willows as they are full of “tourists” and get waterlogged in the winter. There is something so comforting about living somewhere that is adequately heated by a simple gas heater and that rocks gently in the winter, or perhaps that is just me.
I have to apologise to Max for not writing this earlier and, in so doing, disturbing her Sunday routine. I would say that this was due to a sudden and exciting turn in my life but I would be lying. It is in fact because I have downloaded Stephen King’s “Dream Doctor” the follow up to the shining, and I can honestly say he hasn’t lost his skill. For those that read, including Max, I cannot recommend it highly enough its a treat to meet up with little Danny all grown up and drunk! As with all of Mr King’s books I am unable to put it down so normal service will be resumed shortly.