How lovely is this? How lucky am I? Sitting on my favourite pebble beach with a cuppa tea on a tray (obvs made from leaf tea in a pot and poured through a tea strainer…) .

I find something both simple and luxurious in this ( I nearly said ‘ritual’ but that sounds wrong somehow.. as rituals are special and occassional and this could/ should be a daily event).

The tray is mum and dad’s and calls to mind memories of our home in Weigall Road and then Forge Oak and then Garden Cottage as well as being that glorious burnt orange of mid century classics. The mugs are quite new – in a recent John Lewis sale – so a delightful mix of old memories and new ones being made.

The feet are mine and are both old and new too – old in that they have carried me every day of my life so far- and that is, clearly, now a very long time. New in as much as they are absolutely in this moment as I breathe in and out.

The sea and pebbles also contain this mix of old and new being utterly timeless and also completely unique in this moment – that wave will never be exactly the same as the last wave that broke on the beach and the pebbles are constantly arranging and rearranging themselves on the shore.

So plenty to ponder here I think but most of all it was just a lovely moment in the sun, on the beach and nothing to do but be…. yay and goodo 🙂

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