As I went cycling this morning I was acutely aware of how much things had changed since yesterday. There was still some warmth in the air, but that air was moving much more rapidly. As both bike and rider’s knees creaked their syncopated complaint at the effort they were called on to make I pedaled on into the headwind. As I laboured along, my mood was not helped by the presumably Californian woman speaking occasional reminders of how much slower than my best pace for the same stretch I was.
The sky was heavily overcast too. Was I going to get a soaking on this ride?
The wind had of course announced itself to me earlier in the day when I quickly walked part of the beach in search of images. Today’s shoreline visitors had non of the leisurely approach of yesterday’s individuals. Today you were there with a mission, and you weren’t going to hang about in this wind once it was fulfilled. It was predominantly a day for dog walkers, and whilst their pets enjoyed the wide open space of a beach at low tide, the flying grains of sand forced their owners to keep their heads down. There were some who benefited from these conditions of course. As I arrived I could see one pale sail out at sea, but it was clearly going to be joined by others quite soon.
The wind surfer who stopped to provide me with a portrait was delighted. He’s been waiting forever for these conditions. Some were clearly enjoying themselves.
As I completed turned to complete the loop of my bike ride the wind was now at my back. The voice from Silicon Valley soon changed her tune then!