Why is it that everyone, well, almost everyone, thinks that you need blue skies to have a great day at the beach?
Rubbish. With barely a streak of blue amongst the stunning shades of grey in the sky, I spent a few delightful hours at one of Sydney’s beaches today.
The day was warm and almost windless, and the sea was calm. For a while, I was swimming solo in the baths: until someone else, perhaps spurred on by my presence, or perhaps aware that all was well anyway: swam out into the depths.
The wonderful thing about being alone in the water is that you need never fear collisions with others, and can concentrate fully on the underwater scenery. The shells, the rocks, the sea-plants were all in better focus! In short, I had a very relaxing time!
And, back on dry land, what was their to complain about? The cloudy sky brought with it lovely patterns of muted colours, and soft, misty light in the distance. No glare, no squinting, no harshness: just tranquility!
I’m the first to admit that I, too, like a day in the sun, but realistically, what’s wrong with this subtle, soothing contrast that a cloudy day provides?