The salt marshes were bone dry, no claggy mud catching at our feet, no puddles lying secret in the dark, dry grasses whipping our bare legs.
Our path, first along the sea defences, was moonlit, and then we dropped down to cross the water-meadows. There was a tent pitched up against the mound of brambles. Was it the same homeless person who used to camp in the dunes where the road leads onto the beach?
We followed the river to the beach, fine sand ankle deep, looking across the sea to Wales. Who’d want to live anywhere else, we said.
April 30th 2021 would’ve been Captain Tom Moore’s 101st birthday; in recognition and in remembrance of his achievement, a new challenge was announced by his family. They challenged ordinary folk to complete a hundred somethings to raise more funds for The Captain Tom Foundation – ‘whether you bake 100 cupcakes or walk 100 laps – help celebrate Captain Tom’s achievements.’ The official ‘Captain Tom 100’ has now finished, but I’ve challenged myself to write a 100 word blog each day for 100 days. I started on May 1st and when I complete my task, I’ll donate £100 to his Foundation.