Yesterday morning, I checked the forecast for the coast– it showed a little sunshine beaming behind some whispy clouds. The temperature was supposed to be 52º, a whole four degrees warmer than at home. So, we drove out there. It rained the whole way, and I kept checking the weather updates as we got closer. Nothing changed– sunshine and 52º all the way! Well… When we got there, it was 45º, windy and pouring rain. But we were at the beach! First, we popped into a pub to have a drink and warm up, hoping against hope that the rain might stop. We had packed a picnic, but knew we couldn’t eat it anywhere indoors…
So we hurried to a bench facing the water, took our picnic blanket and spread it across our laps. We huddled together and ate our cold food, shivering and trying to pull our jacket hoods over more of our faces. We did not eat slowly. We did not savor. We choked it down and tried to enjoy the view. I took a few pictures with my camera phone, wondering if this was a memorable moment or not. It was comforting to see other people also muddling through, intent on a fun day at the beach, but miserable. Maybe we had checked the same weather source.
We quickly packed up our lunch, and I took Amelia to the bathroom as Jeff put our stuff back in the car. She looked cheerfully at me as we thawed our hands in the warm water at the sink, “Well, that picnic sure was… intense!” Yep! That’s the perfect word. We all hopped back in the car, and sped home in the rain. Later, she was more frank: “You know, we should have just stayed in the car. That was pretty terrible!” She was kind of right. Thankfully, the views on the drive home, even in the rain, are always wonderful.
At least we tried! Sunshine, come soon!!
(To see this little coastal town at it’s best, click to visit Aldeburgh with us.)