Exploring

We seem to be getting out and about a bit more now that we have a car. There's a stretch of beach about 15 minutes from our house (or 30 minutes, depending on how many wrong turns we take on the way there), that we seem fascinated by for no reason.

It might be because the shop sells fairly decent ice cream or the place next door's over-priced chips are pretty good (note to self: bring own ketchup next time). Generally we just go there for an hour and walk up and down a bit.

The light is nice, and there's something very odd and transient about places like this. I want to visit it in the winter, in the snow, to see if it still exists.

And then, suddenly, we're home -- a few fields, some traffic, and there's Stanley wondering where we go and come back with different smells. I'd like to take him there, really, because I'd like him to know that there is such a thing as the sea.

I think it would really appeal to him. But of course, he might run off and get lost amongst the summerhouses -- though I can imagine him sitting there, on the beach just having a stare at little boats and far islands and thinking "WTF!" in his strange cat-like way.