Today is one of the days that makes you realise how lucky you are to live at the coast. We are in the delightful period between the summer season and the quiet winter. The weather is still nice but it is too unpredictable for most tourists. The diehard weekenders remain, seen out on nice days and hidden in warm caravans on the others. A little secret of tourist towns is that this is the best time of year. Holidays are better when the evening involves a burning fire, away from the maddening crowds and the transient tourism. This is the period where battle-hardened proprietors look closely at their stock levels, it may be selling now but you don’t want to be left with it in October. I love this time of year, the few people on the beach look genuinely pleased to experience it. These are the low-cost escapees that book out of season and they are so grateful for a nice day to enjoy the beach with their children, it’s a pleasure to hear the happy shrieks. Before you can blink it will be winter and we will be battling the easterly winds to get to the shops. I love the way that my local environment changes with the season and that I get to watch it all play out.
My ‘pause’ continues so sadly I am not on the island watching the season closing yet, having said that they have an extended season so who knows there may yet be time. The progression through the hurdles of the accident is slow to say the least and frustration is a very real enemy to common sense. Luckily I have always been a ‘dig in and conquer’ type of chap and I am privileged to have some very good friends around me. I am tiring of hearing that the legal system does not normally deal with people who work but I guess as a challenge that is one of the better ones. Of the many days that I have spent on call these are by far the worse but the corollary of that is that trepidation is losing ground to the need to complete the process.