6/7 Recap

I've fallen off the bloggin' wagon... it was only a matter of time. But in hopes of ressurecting this thing, and keeping it up, I write...

Weekend 6/7 September

To start with on Saturday, I had my first hockey training session in hmmmn at least ten years.

It was needless to say, quite a shock to the system!

When the sky grew dark, I slyly did a rain dance, in the middle of our warm up run...

It seemed to work, as the sky cracked open, and the rain came thick and fast-

Arrr what a relief, saved by the rain!

Alas no, in England it rains so much, of course they keep playing, no matter the weather!?

I was very wet, very hot, and very tired at the end of it. I walked like a horse riding granny for about four days thereafter.

This was taken just as I got into the car, having run from training through the driving rain

Sunday Steve and I went on an adventure- just across the border in to Dorset, visiting the 'jurassic coast'. This stretch of coastline, which starts in Devon, has loads of fossils, particularly Charmouth- which is where we went.We were so ridiculously excited by our finds- they were everywhere!

Although we were forced to use some unconventional digging techniques at times! :

But it was well worth it, am-I-not smiling!?:

On our way back to the car, I waited for Steve as he dug out a bunch of iron-pyrite... good thing I wasn't too impatient. Not too far ahead of us, as we were walking back, a huge chunk of the cliff broke away and crashed to the ground...

I feel like a shark these days, swimming pretty much every day, I feel if I don't swim something is amiss.

Our swimming book said that a beach only ten minutes away, was described by "Waterlog" author, as being "Heaven on Earth"- certainly something worth checking out!

We got there at about 5:30pm, and the clouds were just begining to clear, and make way for the patient sunshine. The cliffs which line the beach were like honeycomb.

I announced I was going in. I didn't check the water temperature, I didn't want to- it's always some variable of cold. I dived into the first oncoming wave. The cold made me lose sense of everything for a split second, but then I was off. "Come on Steve, it's great", I hollered, as I bobbed up and down in the gentle waves.

Steve gallantly screamed his way in and quickly swam out to me, grinning. He did a few beeline loop-di-loops in breast stroke before swimming back to shore.

The almost waves made me miss Australian waters. Distance had erased the component of terror involved in body surfing, and left only the resonance of elation. I tried to catch some waves, but it was useless.

The water by now felt delicious and I was in no hurry to get out, but it was challenging doing breast stroke with the buffeting waves. So, I did the Australian crawl, cutting through the waves easily with my reaching arms. It was a whole new experience having my face submerged in that cold, but I felt more fully a part of nature- I was IN it!

When I was exhausted from swimming, I rolled over and floated on my back. I looked back at my Beautiful Steve waiting, smiling beautific on the beach, the glorious cliffs behind him, and the lumious sky above me.

Moments like this make me feel so connected to, well everything. I felt utterly grateful for being alive, being so incredibly fortunate to experience moments like that. Arr complete bliss