Rest and relaxation

Of course it is: I'm going south!
As part of a rest and recuperation order from my doctor after a recent illness, I headed to my usual sanctuary in southern Boso. I think this is the first time I've been down there alone, and it's certainly the first time I've been down there without a car. Letting the train take the strain was part of the plan. And a really good part too; to be honest, a car's not really necessary for my life down there. If I've got my legs, and maybe a bicycle, then I'm sorted.

I didn't feel that 'casual' when I bought the hot dog
The much needed break from the stresses and strains of what my life has become recently turned out to be quite literally just what the doctor ordered. The weather was perfect; warm and sunny during the day, but clear and fresh in the evenings, and not a hint of the unbearable humidity that the rainy season would soon bring. On the first afternoon I sat on the cool sand staring out to sea. My stress dissolved and faded just like the whitecaps moving towards me on the shore.
'Sweat' and 'refresh' don't seem that good a match to me
The first day I spent on foot, mostly in and around the bay area. I walked the beach, which I had virtually to myself, rounded the northern headland by scrambling across the rocks near the lighthouse, and explored the small fishing village on the other side. Although I vaguely knew it existed, I'd never visited the village before. Judging by the stares I drew from the locals, I don't think too many travellers do. It was a sleepy little place and I didn't see any particular reason to wake it, so I just quietly passed through, taking the odd photograph and nodding the odd greeting. What a peaceful place; I will certainly come this way again, even if it's only to get to the dolphin viewing area just along the coast.

Beach to myself
I didn't see him (Fred Flinstone), but I half expected too
Sleepy village
Fading light
Final blast
On the rocks

Craggy
Silvery sea
As daylight turned to dusk I turned and headed back. The cool breeze at my back pushed me home, and kept my pace brisk. The temperature was perfect, as was the temperature of the beer in the fridge when I got back to the house. Therapy, phase one: complete.   

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