Pearls ...

The folks who left this morning were darling, celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary, all the way from Harwich. I know, not far, but sometimes you need to step out of your own world to get a real holiday. One guest who will not be missed? Igor. The hurricane is churning in the Atlantic right now, heading towards Newfoundland. A brisk breeze blows inland. Yesterday, late afternoon, Sven and I did get to the beach where the swells had already begun. The weatherman warned of rip currents, and we could almost see them as the waves pulled back from the shore. The foam was so frothy that it resembled whipped cream. I returned home with images of bright blue sky and sea bobbing in my mind like pearls.