Plantitivity

It rained through the night. It wasn’t my best sleep – the noise of the rain was both comforting and disturbing. When I woke in the morning, it was still coming down in sheets. The world was still grey.  Again, however, this wouldn’t stop me swimming. I had camped by the beach and so I was going to appreciate it. Wearing my swimsuit and crocs, I waded through where the river had risen up and swallowed the road, holding onto tree branches to prevent being swept away. Down at the beach, the ocean was brown… I dipped in just for a moment, a little concerned about what else was lurking beneath the waves. I soaked in the atmosphere though, the salt water and the fresh rain, the cool wake up on an early morning.  I treated myself to a hot shower again, threw on some clothes, ate some food in the comfort of the car, and got myself on the road. I wanted to head to the iconic Hyams Beach – aware that it was also likely to be in a similar way to where I’d just been. As I approached, it became cl