Quite often on holidays, we train ourselves to get up early because when you're away in a different place, you don't want to waste the day.
I'd like to think that since we can't do a lot of the usual touristy activities we can sleep in and take a more leisurely approach to the day.
Not this morning.
Not yesterday, either, but for different reasons.
Today, it was the shooting pains down my leg from the bad back. Perhaps that walk to the coffee shop aggravated it, but since when did exercise harm you?
Anyway, finally giving up the notion of sleeping, I bounded out of bed, sorry slowly climbed out of bed with care, at 6:40 a.m. Unless you're going on a tour that is the greatest thing since sliced bread, who, on holidays, gets out of bed at that hour.
Me, apparently.
Just four minutes after sunrise, which I missed.
I managed to get yesterday's and was hoping to go one better and catch the sun coming over the horizon. Maybe tomorrow.
So, what do you do in such a hideous hour of the morning?
With the beach just 50 meters away, it was beckoning me to take a walk. When I looked, there were probably a half dozen people with their dogs taking a walk. And another three or four out for a power walk.
For me, it was going to be a leisurely stroll after picking my way across the loose sand to where it was a lot more solid.
The tide was on the way in, so every now and then, the water came up the beach near where most people walked.
By the time I started the foot traffic on the path had increased exponentially as had that on the shoreline along with the number of dogs exercising their owners, and a number of fishermen perhaps trying to land a fish for breakfast.
I had time to keep an eye on the cloud formations, and the waves came in, some a lot higher than others. That meant there were also a small number of die-hard surfers hoping to catch a big one.
You could see the rain out to sea, and with the forecast for rain later I entered of it was sitting out there waiting to arrive at the appointed time. I was just hoping it didn't rain while I was out.
All in all, it was a pleasant hour or so up the beach and back. The hardest part, trudging over the loose sand, particularly after walking for the hour.
The fishermen had caught nothing.
The number of dogs had increased, but the power walkers had been replaced by families, visitors, and older people. I think if I lived here, I would be one more of the old people, out getting my daily exercise, and then stopping off at the coffee shop for a flat white and a cake.
And the best thing about it. It was still only half past eight in the morning and just in time for breakfast.
Pity I was the designated chef.
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