One month into seaside living and I'm really getting a taste for the sea-air. In fact today, I saw dolphins playing off the coast. As they say in Scotland, "cannae complain lass." And complain I will not.
In summary, the last month has gone something like the following:
Colleague: "Can you believe at the weekend I saw someone with their top off on the beach? In February? Bloody Tourists."
Me: ( internally.) Best not mention that I was there in my shorts.
Don't anger the sea.
When it's windy by the coast, you really do notice.
Don't be deceived.
Sunshine on a February day will not a warm sea make*
*Surfing attempt no1 was called off after 15 minutes, when, upon submersion in the icy water of the Atlantic, neither the Boyfriend nor I could remember our own name.
Room with a view
Who knew offices could have views? Naturally, it's impossible to concentrate on any work at all.
A back-end issue
There are downsides to sea-side living.
When you miss the city you left and your friends, you will feel momentarily better when you hear it's snowing up there.