The sky delivered what they promised and I got soaked. I’d been busy with domestic stuff so my walk was going to be a curtailed one anyway but nevertheless I was stymied in my attempts to at least take a look at the sea. The rain had ceased when I first set out but then it came. A heavy shower that was exacerbated by the wind coming down South Road from the sea and which blinded me. I couldn’t see, my eyes were seeped in rain and unable to blink. And it made me cold. And yet it was also quite marvellous. Such is the sensation of living, not always pleasant and cosy but vital, don’t you think? We are rarely physically inconvenienced. And it is good to be so, now and again. I squelched home bedraggled but blown through. To my Dickens. I am in love with his storytelling. I don’t want it to end. Do you feel that ever?