They're all WRONG!

The weather WASN’T up to scratch this morning. 

 It’s not ALLOWED to be windy and woeful when I’m rambling.  

That does my head in!

Heading into Churchill Park

Even the antics of the hound and the ‘feet seeking missile’ couldn’t lift the fog that pervaded my being.  Some days are like that.

The 'feet seeking missile' heading in our direction whilst Carol's still down the far end of the beach!

It was a longer than usual ramble too.  I needed to deliver an order to a friend who’s heading overseas tomorrow.  She lives on the edge of Churchill Park so our ramble took us to Churchill Park and Glover Park before heading down to the waves.

Glover Park

The wind was relentless ... annoyingly so.

The hound SO wanted to say hi to this fur-ball,
but the fur-ball wasn't too keen.

A general aura of annoyance has enveloped me all day.  Annoyance with the weather ... the wind .... the waves .... but especially annoyance with myself.  There are so many things happening in my life that I don’t understand ... and maybe don’t need to.

Today however, not understanding them, or being able to, annoyed me.

Rainer Marie Rilke’s quote is so pertinent

“Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”

I need to EMBRACE this UNCERTAINTY in my life

 .... and I do, MOST of the time.

Even me though, eternal optimist that I am, have the occasional “bad hair” day.

The wind was giving most of the birds a bad hair day too.  The only one having any success at fishing was the Caspian Tern.  He ... at least I think it was a ‘he’ ... was dive-bombing the waves for tasty morsels that we couldn’t see.  

The Caspian Tern manouevering into position

As I threw the rugby ball and the log for the ‘feet seeking missile’ something landed in the water behind the ball.  It was only when the ‘thing’ resurfaced and flew off into the darkening sky that I registered it was a tern.  He’d been close enough for a great photo had I been ready but I was otherwise occupied with a hound and a ball.

I didn’t miss the helicopter though.

It’s a bit difficult to miss a helicopter that’s hovering a few metres from shore just above the waves.  

He wasn’t fishing. 

 A bottle was lowered into the waves, filled and hauled back into the ‘copter.  

With a deafening roar, and it is deafening when you’re sitting as close as I was,

 it headed back wence it had come.

An interesting end to my ramble.

Today I am 54 and 364 days old.  

Tomorrow, according to my lemmings and those supposedly in the know,  I will be 55.  

They’re all WRONG.

I’m NOT going to get any older.  

Birthdays are BANISHED.