Sea fret and sunshine

Sea fret today, a murky morning of mist. Lorraine busy today, so a day of quietly getting a grip. Spoke to Mum this morning for half an hour or so and arranged to see her later this week. Put out washing on the line to dry in sunshine, then sea fret followed by a rapid deluge. 

I have begun with Silvercloud, a CBT based program for managing anxiety. Several modules to work through, I've learned nothing much yet from it, but it is making me revisit the CBT ideas of how thoughts, behaviours, emotions and physical sensations are all linked, and changing one can improve others and so on. Not new to me, but re-engaging with it is helpful in itself. A time out to focus on your own wellbeing feels good too.  

A gorgeous walk this afternoon along the seafront, listening to The Rest is History podcast, the fifth and sixth episodes on the fall of the Incas. A fascinating and bloody business.

Lorraine and I to bed early tonight, reading. I've almost finished Farewell, My Lovely by Raymond Chandler, his second Philip Marlowe story. The language used to describe black people is horrible, especially in the opening chapters, but it is authentic I imagine for a story published in 1940. Apart from that caveat, I am enjoying its noir world. 

Snaps around splash point. The top photo I'm quite pleased with. I liked how one of the people on the pier lined up with the big crack in the rock, and I waited till the wave touched that to create a line, which felt like a new ninja-ish level for me. And our purple magnolia bursting into life.