Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I get this great big unstoppable longing for the sea on days like these. When I was a teenager I'd have whizzed off on my bike to St Mary's Bay or Mansands or Scabbacombe Head to get a blast of sharp cold salty air and blow the blues away; there'd be no-one up there on a weekday. Then on the way home I'd have stopped by the little electrical shop in Brixham that sold records upstairs and flicked through the singles. Therapy.
It's been a while since I went down. The Aged Ps grow more Aged and the journey on clogged motorways with all of the family paraphernalia less and less easy-breezy.
I should do the solo train trip with the iPo and a toothbrush again along the railroad by the sea.
Forgive me, I'm just thinking out loud.
The Jam - 'English Rose' (1978)