Here I am doing a bit of foreshadowing on my morning dog walk. Literally, foreshadowing which is probably not the world for casting my shadow ahead of me and literarily foreshadowing. If I consider my blog to be low grade literature

This morning’s walk was a whole bunch of anticipatory foreshadowing by proxy. Seeing things and projecting what might happen in the same place or situation for other people.

I have never travelled by ferry from Plymouth to Europe but every time I see a ferry, big or small, it gives my heart a little frisson of the pleasure of travel. Likewise paddle boards resting up before adventures on the high seas.

Brightly coloured swimmers also predict what my day holds at the next high tide.

Yesterday’s morning walk was quite a different experience. I set off in reasonable weather that fairly soon changed into the sort of light summer rain that switches the senses with a light touch and released fragrances. As often happens at the furthest point from home, summer rain transformed itself into a deluge and my summer dress and sandals were overwhelmed. I was a very wet dog walker on the return and I looked quite mad in comparison to all of the proper walkers who had swiftly whipped out rainwear from their rugged and capacious back packs. Their walking shoe clad feet took a very dim view of my inadequate footwear. I excused myself by saying I had been out a long while, there was an element of exaggeration in that statement. But sometimes in the land of extreme long distance coastal path walkers an amateur needs to save face. No such saving face tonight, I will be an adventurous sea swimmer being wet will be the norm.

One other off the wall ponder. Wouldn’t it be fab if moss grew in big enough patches to lounge on.