6 June 2013
After our walking tour of the city of Bath, we continued to drive further west into Cornwall, until we reached the shore of the great Atlantic Ocean. We stopped the car and got out to admire the view from the top of the cliffs, which tumbled down to the crashing sea below. A breeze was ruffling my plaits, and it felt a bit chilly, so I huddled close to Paula.
“When was the last time you saw the Atlantic Ocean, Flat Kathy?” she asked.
I thought hard. “You know what, I’m not sure which was the last time… But I remember that Richard, Reggie and I went for a walk at Swakopmund beach in Namibia and we all had ice-cream… And one day, we drove along Chapman’s Peak from Noordhoek to Hout Bay, and from there we had great views across the Atlantic Ocean… And we saw the sunset at Sunset Beach, with Table Mountain in the distance – that was also very special.”
“To be honest, I always feel a bit melancholy, when I see the Atlantic Ocean,” I confessed. “It always reminds me of my friends back home in Nova Scotia – Sybil, Lynne and Amy-Lynn. I wonder whether they miss me as much as I miss them.”
“I’m sure they do,” said Paula, patting me comfortingly. “One day, you will go back to them. And you’ll have sooo many stories to share, of all your adventures around the world.”
“Yes,” I said. “I really love travelling. I’ve seen so many things and met so many kind and generous people along the way. But sometimes, I do miss my home, and my friends back home.”
We stood silently for a while, gazing out across the vast ocean, and I imagined Sybil and Lynne and Amy-Lynn standing at the far side of the ocean in Nova Scotia, and waving at me, with big smiles on their faces. And I didn’t feel quite so melancholy any more.
The next morning, we went for a walk along the beach at the small seaside resort town of Bude. It felt like we could walk forever, the beach was so big. There was a large group of children all clustered together to the one side. After a while, they all got up and walked down the edge of the surf, carrying big blue surfboards.
“Ohh!” I exclaimed. “They’re learning how to surf! Oh, how I wish I could surf too.”
My friends looked a bit alarmed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Flat Kathy,” ventured Paula. “I’m not sure your ‘wetsuit’ would keep you properly dry if you got dunked in seawater.”
Yes, she had a point. But when we stood on the edge of the water, I couldn’t help gazing longingly at the youngsters paddling out into the surf. They looked like they were having so much fun!
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