At first the rain was of a mild grayish sort, a good
sort to wander a shore under, watching surf roll, the light all low contrast
monotone. It's after the car parking is paid for and we are walking the cliff
top path to Widemouth South that the Super Rain strikes. Swimming is
superfluous by the time we reach the sea. Every thread on our bodies has
reached maximum saturation. Nothing to do, but run in the warm sea and laugh.
Back to the car park, more of a squelch than a walk. There's a lovely café
here. No one has remembered to bring a wallet. There's a small bag of change
which is counted out at the take away window: enough for three portions of
chips. We peel off wet things, wrap towels, sit in the car with our chip boxes
and plastic forks, listen to the buzz of car fan, the slide of wipers, wait for
the rain to drain from our eyes, finally get to watch the surf roll: blue and
white.
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