Behind you!
Never been a great lover of the seaside. Pier, esplanade and sands had little appeal to me even as a boy, though I loved the associated coach journey. There remains a jejunery for me in the sight of buckets and spades, racks of postcards, cafés with Formica-topped tables, and the feeling, under the soles of my shoes, of sand carried from the beach onto the pavements of the town.
I never even cared for rock. Consumption was an inconvenient business: if sucked it lasted, but became sticky and one tired of holding it; biting was an imprecise affair, carried a shatter hazard and tended to result in a portion that was either too large or too small. Foods that are annoying to eat remain a bugbear of mine and it is for this reason that I eschew most forms of pasta. If it can't be picked up with a fork you can keep it. As for amusements and slot machines (usually 1d in my day), I found that I had no incentive to patronise them since I did not covet the prizes.
Where scenery is concerned I tend to be a "valley" rather than "hilltop" person, preferring paths, streams, perching birds, broken sunlight and a sense of embowerment to exposure, wind, large bodies of water, the open horizon and birds that dwell between ground and air. The coast is not for me and Cornwall is one of my "unfavouritest" English counties. Also at work is the same misanthropic impulse that makes me loathe weekends and Bank Holidays ...a detestation of ordinary people en fête. Yes, it's my problem and I'll have to deal with it.
Behind you!
Never been a great lover of the seaside. Pier, esplanade and sands had little appeal to me even as a boy, though I loved the associated coach journey. There remains a jejunery for me in the sight of buckets and spades, racks of postcards, cafés with Formica-topped tables, and the feeling, under the soles of my shoes, of sand carried from the beach onto the pavements of the town.
I never even cared for rock. Consumption was an inconvenient business: if sucked it lasted, but became sticky and one tired of holding it; biting was an imprecise affair, carried a shatter hazard and tended to result in a portion that was either too large or too small. Foods that are annoying to eat remain a bugbear of mine and it is for this reason that I eschew most forms of pasta. If it can't be picked up with a fork you can keep it. As for amusements and slot machines (usually 1d in my day), I found that I had no incentive to patronise them since I did not covet the prizes.
Where scenery is concerned I tend to be a "valley" rather than "hilltop" person, preferring paths, streams, perching birds, broken sunlight and a sense of embowerment to exposure, wind, large bodies of water, the open horizon and birds that dwell between ground and air. The coast is not for me and Cornwall is one of my "unfavouritest" English counties. Also at work is the same misanthropic impulse that makes me loathe weekends and Bank Holidays ...a detestation of ordinary people en fête. Yes, it's my problem and I'll have to deal with it.