Red flags

Decided not to work on my poems today, and have a Sunday simply doing nothing. Went to Nia for a breakfast with Lorraine, and then spent a happy several hours mooching about. Went into a new gallery called Blue Dog which was mainly showing art from Poland. Some extremely wonderful throne-like chairs in there made from metal and glass. Then off through a variety of shops. I bought a pair of sneakers in a sale.

Went down to the sea, which was wild and stormy. The red flags were out, reminding lunatics not to swim in the wild khaki waves which boiled with foam. The sea was clapping into the groynes and sending spray up, as the seabirds flew low and into the wind above the beach.

I lurked about in the spray and rain taking a few photos. This, as my Grandmother would have said, blew the cobwebs off. Lorraine enjoying this despite having her hair plastered to her head.

Then for a spot more shopping this time in the mall, where I bought a sheet. We went to the cafe which had windows looking out to sea, which were all blurry with rain blown inland. There enjoyed a cup of tea and a sit down, despite a very well dressed woman on the table behind us swearing in an unhinged way at child noise.

Home, and a restrained afternoon and evening, watching the Wimbledon tennis men's final. I'm not much of a tennis fan these days, but what was nice was how, after a titanic struggle lasting well over four hours, Federer and Nadal were extremely graceful, both in victory and in defeat.

Below stormy weather, a lifeguard, and one of several children's dance crews about town today, obviously down for some kind of competition. Plus the loneliness of a man waiting in a lady's clothes shop - in this case me, shooting into a mirror.