Such A Perfect Day

Days spent on Ballydowane under cloudless skies are now known as Perfect Days.  They are few but all the more precious for it.  How many are left this year I wonder? 

The beach was about the busiest I've ever seen it and there were people swimming, kids jumping the waves and sea kayakers paddling slowly in and out of the bay.  I drew and sunbathed and beach combed, leaving behind a present of 2 pieces of driftwood, a velvet swimming crab claw and and a coloured driftwood heart.  I baptised myself in the cold, but not unbearable water - Ballydowane and I are now properly acquainted.