Sunday would not be complete without the Sunday surfer and today was complete.Once again she arrived with a friend, red board and I expect a great deal of disappointment. This week she / they didn't even attempt to get wet, they just walked from one end of the beach to the other sharing each others burden.
Now, had they been here anytime since last Friday they would not have been disappointed as surf has been in abundance. Had they come along on Saturday morning they'd have met with as big a surf as I've seen here, big enough to satisfy a beginner/intermediate surfer down 'meor I'd have thought. Alas, it was very, very windy and there was rain. A totally unexpected amount of rain and much of it horizontal, not that I went out in it.
Unfortunately, our guest had obviously listened to my murmurings about rain being never more than slight and at best intermittent. He'd have been better advised to ignore me like everyone else I know. It was dry within moments of stopping but it took a while before it stopped. His coat dried by the time we got to Alicante so eventually all was well. Still windy and warm.
On Friday evening we sat on the balcony as dusk descended and watched a surfer catch a few waves with a degree of success unobserved up to that moment. Indeed, he may still be out there for all we know as he was carefully observed from the balcony until the dusk had become impenetrable darkness and his invisibility was commented upon along with the warmth of the wind and the quality of the wine but I can not remember him leaving the beach. Oh well, I'm sure he's OK otherwise there would have been search parties.
The warmth of the wind as well as it's strength has been as much a feature as the quality of the wine but one has lasted much longer than the other. Even as I type the wind is still pretty fresh and now north westerly and not as cossetting as it was. Blustery and decidedly a bit nippy. Nippy enough, in fact for me to have worn sleeves when venturing out a little earlier. Nippy enough for neither of us to stay out for any meaningful exercise to have been undertaken.
The sea front has been a lonely place today and the topology of the beach has changed and is changing with every blast of breeze. A million footprints, ours included, have disappeared, the only evidence of interference on the beach is the vestigial parallel lines left by the caterpillar tracked self propelled palm manicuring platform from earlier in the week.
No doubt a green person demonstration will shortly be called for as it becomes the focus of socially aware media savvy smart phone passers by as they seek to save the sand. I would hope that like most things that seem to happen here it takes it's time so that once the demonstrators arrive they will find that new footsteps will have buried the pebbles and small stones and that normal littoral topography will have been restored.
If the wind abates to the point that sand blasting of legs is neither a health or a safety consideration I can confidently assure the local populace that come tomorrow I will endeavour to do my bit in reburying and small stones or pebbles that happen to get under either of my feet.
For now, it's still windy, there's no surf and the sand's blowing all over the place so sitting and observing trumps wandering and experiencing.
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Further to my late Sunday evening post of a week ago, I wish to make it clear that at the time of posting I was ignorant of the fact that it was repeated 22 hours after that episode's "bombshell" was revealed.
I don't expect to be believed but it's true!
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