It was dark when I got up and started on the coffee and fags. I watched it get light, and there was a lovely sky for a short moment. My mind was working overtime, to the extent that I could physically feel my thoughts. After I'd pulled myself into some sort of shape, I had a shave and then went for a walk. It was beautifully bright and sunny at that point, but chilly. As usual I was on the lookout for wildfowl, and managed to take a reasonable picture of a turnstone.
Shortly afterwards I bumped into someone I know socially, but haven't seen for months. He'd been down to the sea to check on his boat, which he uses to go fishing.
Then the wind started to pick up, and the sky started to darken. I felt cold, so treated myself to a hot sausage roll from the butcher's, before sloping off to the library.
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