Not a good day!

THURSDAY 27^th NOVEMBER

Another fantastic start to the day with the fishing boats out in the bay so we were in no hurry to go anywhere. After Theo had had his afternoon ashtray and coffee we went down to the beach to fly our kites.  A sudden strong gust of wind broke the string on Keith’s kite and we watched as his big black octopus floated down into the sea!  Paying attention to the area where it landed he headed off hoping that it would not be too far out, or that some of the string would be on the beach.   A lady was sitting on an upturned wooden box close to the water’s edge but she was paying too much attention to her dog to see what was happening.  By the time I had brought my kite down there was no sign of Keith’s and although we wandered up and down hoping the waves would bring it ashore there was nothing.  I had trodden in some tar and not wanting to get it on my sandals returned to the car barefooted.  The beach is landscaped with tamarisk trees, the sea daffodils now gone to seed, yellow horned poppy and other greenery, plus the bright yellow oxalis that is now coming into bloom.  What I did not see were the small burrs on the ground as I got close to the low wall separating the beach from the footpath.  I was in agony and managed to get myself on my hands and knees on the wall before shouting for Keith to come and help me.  I had trodden on numerous small prickly seed cases that had become embedded in the soles of my feet, each one drawing blood as Keith painfully pulled them out.  I couldn’t help saying “Why didn’t we stay at home and have our usual 3pm cup of tea?”  

Maria had been telling me in the morning that she had a dream last night and Keith and I were in it.  She said there was an area of the sea that was black and it began to go round and round and the closer it came to the shore it began to erupt like a volcano.  Was this a premonition about loosing the kite?