If you go down to the beach today

you’ll need to be careful not to get lost in the fog.

Very very thick fog. No foghorns – I assume it was too thick for the ships to be coming in at all. I guess Operation Stack would have lorries lined up down the roadside.

I don’t know though, because I didn’t leave town today, and only went out on foot to explore.

It was worth it.

    Beach huts, safely withdrawn from the beach, huddled against the back of the prom, fading into the murky air.

The most peculiar affect over the pier – you could actually see the fog rolling down the hill and pooling at the bottom over the water. Above that, a faint golden tinge of the sunset, and above that again almost blue sky with pink lit airplane trails cutting the sky.

I’ve never seen anything quite like it, and my pictures don’t do it justice. I’ve no idea what you do to take pictures that would. 

I felt like I could be alone in an abandoned world – the occaisonal figure loomed out of the murk, but disappeared just as quickly and even the waves on the beach were slightly muffled.

This is my grounding. My mindfulness. To look at the world around me and see how I can capture it, display it. Take back some of the control of my environment that so often seems to escape me.

Easier without people as well. I love to spend time with people, but I so often don’t know what to say, or how to say it, and being alone by choice is a time to reflect and recharge. 

How do you recharge?