I have decided that just because it rains, it doesn't always pour. This epiphany did not come to me this morning as I lay in bed, feeling dreadful and cursing my evil fate, but as a consequence of events as the day rolled on.
First, I bumped into Dave Muir and his Dad, Rob. Every local surfer in my neck of the woods (and some from beyond, too) knows these characters, for they run a very good surf school at Sennen Cove. They're fixtures on the beach from spring to late summer, and a couple of years ago Dave especially played a large part in helping my son Harry become the pretty good surfer that he is now. Aside from this, what I like about Dave and his Dad is that they're always cheerful. No clouds hovering over them, that's for sure.
A little later, ill health having temporarily left me, I sat down to write. Not the usual ephemera but something dear to my heart, which I began about five years ago and revived while waiting for the op before Christmas. I haven't felt well enough to pick it up until today, but pick it up I did. It felt great. If being ill means I can crack on with this, maybe being ill isn't so bad after all.
Then I drove over to St Just with Elliot to pick up Harry from Cape Cornwall School. As we left, Elliot made a reference to the quality of a certain reef near me. Those who know me will understand that potentially this was a very significant observation. I leave it at that.
We picked up Harry and on the way home talked waves. Harry asked if I thought I'd ride a shortboard again when I got back into surfing, or opt for longboards for good. What I really liked about this question was the word when.
As we drove back Elliot confirmed that the reef had been working. Harry swore to be in the water this weekend. The three of us plotted completing the Tour de Mont Blanc, maybe in May. "It'll be good fitness for you when you've got shot of Lyme," said the boys. I realised, as we chatted, that I was moving my neck with freedom and no pain. Harry noticed this too, as had Dave and his Dad earlier. Pretty damn good, given that 10 weeks ago I had disc whipped out.
By now, the clouds weren't even drizzling. Life goes on. There's a lot to be stoked about - as witness these surfers from South Africa.
Over and out, sans le deluge. (Image of Dave Muir's books is from his blog.)
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Posted by: RosalieBarnes31 | July 30, 2010 at 05:59 AM