Today we took ourselves off to Southwold for a
refreshing blast of sea air, a chippy lunch
and a pint of Adnams, beer of the Gods. As I
wandered back from the bar after ordering the
aforementioned feast, I had the sudden
sensation of having been poked in the eye,
even though I hadn't - a very odd feeling.
When I reached our table Mrs S's expression
spoke volumes. A vessel must have popped and
the white of my right eye was already becoming
blood red and fairly unpleasant to look at.
There is little better, after such a fine
lunch, than an invigorating walk along an out-of-season beach, when the wind is howling and
the waves are crashing into shore a few feet
away. Bracing is the word and it really does
remind you that you're alive, even if you are
wearing sunglasses to hide an unsightly, bloody
eye.
