Things that strike me

Today has been a good day.

Today I got two pieces of work done that had been wrecking my head for the last week (I have this to do list) and really I still don’t care all that much about not going to New York for the ASP.

After I got those done, I went to the beach. It was a glorious, windy day. There must have been thirty kites on the water. I took some photographs – where some means 150 – and then wrestled inside as to what to do. All my friends had more or less arrived at this stage and were heading out so I could have stayed to take another 150 photographs. But….there were waves.

As far as waves in Ireland are concerned Dublin sucks. I mean, really sucks. If there are waves, they are messy and horrible, and possibly about 6 inches in scale if you’re really lucky. In the 5 years that I have been going down there I have seen one beautiful wave, at very low tide off the Norfolk cargo ship. Today was one of the nicest I have seen. And I own a body board. That I have never used.

I bought it back in March at the start of my holiday in West Cork on the grounds that I’d use it. I then promptly fell victim to that stupid badminton injury that ruins my life and the bodyboard sat forlorn in the back of the car, pink, but unused. I was not impressed. In the meantime, I didn’t get to Clare as often as planned; the one day I was in Kerry it looked nasty and murky and I didn’t get to Achill either for which I really am sorry. So today then. They weren’t huge but they were about 1 foot to 18 inches. And they weren’t too messy. They were generally short lived but so what the hell. I went home, dumped the camera and got the body board.

Things I have learned today: my aquapac is missing. Actually scratch that. All three of my aquapacs are missing. This is a nuisance from a key point of view. Other things I have learned today but then I already knew them. The men who like breasts on women do not generally design wetsuits. Ouch, tight, restricted movement. Argghh.

but then…the waves. They were pretty. They were fun. I was alone in a sea full of kitesurfers, brandishing a pink body board in the little ickle waves. They must have thought I was nuts not to be kitesurfing but to be honest, it wasn’t really my kitesurfing type of wind anyway so.

I wish it was like this more often. Admittedly it was helped by a steady stream of traffic in and out of Dublin Port (god it was like rush hour there today) and the tide was out…but you know, I’d get a lot better at body boarding a lot faster if I could go out once a week instead once a year. Imagine what it might have been like all summer if I could go out a few mornings before work.