One of the theoretical joys of being self-employed is that one's time's one's own. (Actually, working in the arts, this is very rarely the case – everyone I know who, like myself, makes their income from creativity and is not employed by A N Other routinely works far longer hours than most employees, and of course with an erratic and usually scanty income, rather than a regular salary.)
So/but now and then there is an opportunity too good to miss. The deep-sea storms have brought a wealth of kelp to the South Devon beaches, and this past Monday was a beauty – soft sun, after so much rain and hail and cold.
I began work on Monday at about 7.30am, so that mid-morning TM and I could make a trip to South Milton, where I knew the seaweed would be piled up by the southwesterlies at the eastern edge of the beach, and to where we could bring the truck.
South Milton, along with neighbouring Thurlestone, is also an important wetlands site, so we got out of the truck to the sound of many wild geese and oystercatchers, plus other waterbirds. Above us, a sparrowhawk surfed the wind.
I do have to confess that a bit of a pull is the beach café, open 364 days of the year:
where the veggie breakfast was so massive, and the coffee so good, that in gratitude or guilt I agreed we'd fill 26 bags this time, and so we did:
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