A walk on the beach

Not a lot of blogging as work has been full-on this week. Thursday was the day off and fed up with the exercise bike in front of the telly I resolved to go for a long walk instead.

The weather was good, bright and crisp - until I reached the beach. A strong and cold wind whipped in across the bay and it was a close run call whether my nose or my eyes ran most. Really bitter and the only other people on the beach were walking dogs; they had to be there. The notable exception was a man in his sixties in shorts and tee-shirt who was jogging, bent into the wind, oblivious to the stares of the crows that skulked in the litter washed up by the tide.

After a while, either the wind died down or as I walked round the coast I got some protection from it. As soon as I cut in land over the golf course it was much calmer and warmer too.

In all this I was helped along by the music I listened too. I had treated myself to a TMBG album I didn't have (Lincoln) and Japan's Gentlemen Take Polaroids (a steal to download from Amazon at the moment for just over £3). Yet the album that really put a spring in my stride (it was a long walk) was The Seeds of Love by Tears For Fears. One of those situations where you listen to something occasionally and rediscover it all over again. A brilliant album, I saw them tour it in Manchester with Oleta Adams on piano. Having gone with someone who really liked them I was surprised at how good they were.

So the latest track to be posted is from TFF. Enjoy.