The 100 Day Gratitude Challenge – Day Four

DAY THREE:  LIVING BY MY SEASIDE

Your seaside”, you say, “how so?” I don’t own my sea, have no deeds for a piece of beach nor any boat docked in a harbour. Anyone can walk on the sand here and dip their toes in the (not crystal clear) water.  They are welcome to skim stones and build sand castles.  I’ve even seen young children leaving the beach weighed down with pockets full of pebbles for their memory box. I don’t mind at all. This stretch of coastline is big enough for us all.

My seaside is on the West Coast.  It’s an hour from Glasgow and prior to the explosion of 1970’s Spanish holidays, this town was heaving with tourists and day trippers looking for a little bit of Scottish paradise. Apparently it was warmer then (hmm?) and the promenade was the Tinder of it’s time.   I arrived in 1975 just as the tourists stopped coming. The older generation were melancholy remembering the good old days, but it was beneficial for me. I had a great big empty seaside playground.  I built castles and mansions in the sand, walked a few of my childhood dogs and ate many a sandy crunch sandwich on picnic blankets down there. Romance was still alive and well down on that old promenade. Midnight walks, kisses and promises of undying love ensued. Always broken but the sentiment was there. When it all got too much I could hop on the ferry to the island across the way. There are a few islands adjacent to our coastline, so I had my pick.

 

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My seaside in the 1950’s during the Glasgow Fair Holiday

I moved away for ten years and spent half of this on the East Coast. Although the cliffs were stunning and puffins numerous, I still hankered after my seaside. The islands were replaced with oilrigs and there were signs telling us not to take the pebbles. I wondered how a child can leave behind that perfect heart shaped pebble on the beach?  Most of all though, I left a piece of me behind on that West Coast stretch. Memories and sentimentality perhaps? Maybe so.   l like to think though, that when I was playing and building castles on the sand, I was laying down my foundations. My roots were planted firmly and this was where I should be. Those roots were too strong to sever and so eventually I came back. Back to my seaside where I belong.

Seaside fun (for me anyway)
Dull rainy days never stopped me having fun. My brother, on the other hand…

The years have ticked along but still I’m down the promenade as often as I can. It’s the perfect safe spot to cycle, and the place is my reward at the end of a jog. Yesterday was another beautiful sunny November day and what better place to go than a jaunt to our coast. My son was excited to rock climb – the more daring the better. He prefers this to building castles. Come to think of it, those cliffs on the East Coast are perfect for adventurous climbers.

 

100 Day Gratitude Challenge – Everyone Welcome

I’m doing the 100 Day Gratitude Challenge. I know it’s been done 1,000 times before but I want to try it our for myself and see what all the fuss is about. I will write down one little thing a day that I’m grateful for and will include a photo where possible. This will see me through the dark winter up until 10th February. Anyone is welcome to join the challenge at any time. I would love to see what you are also grateful for, so please link to my blog. Perhaps we could create a little community, sharing with each other what makes our days a little brighter.

 

The 100 Day Gratitude Challenge – Day One

Why a Gratitude Challenge?

It’s November. My second least favourite month after January. The clocks moved back an hour and the days will soon be dark at 3pm. In Scotland it rains. A lot. People don’t want to go jogging or cycling or do anything outdoors. Walking is a hassle when it’s blowing a gale and the rain is battering down on you. We up our snack intake because we’re spending more time in front of the tv binging on ‘Stranger Things’ and whatever Netflix/Amazon has to offer. We’re losing sleep over money. How can we afford Christmas? We’re feeling fat because of all the snacks. Lethargic because we’re not moving around much. Skint because Christmas is coming. Sad because the flowers are dying. I’m stressed out over the amount of college work I need to hand in. November is a bleak month. But it doesn’t have to be like this.

100 Day Gratitude Challenge – Everyone Welcome

I’m starting the 100 Day Gratitude Challenge today. I know, I know, it’s been done 1,000 times before. Perhaps that’s because people find it a positive experience? Or maybe it’s all a bit silly and I should just get on with things and suck it up? No. I want to give this a try and find out what all the fuss is about. I will write down one little thing a day that I’m grateful for and will include a photo where possible. This will see me through the dark winter up until 10th February. Anyone is welcome to join the challenge at any time. I would love to see what you are also grateful for, so please link to my blog. Perhaps we could create a little community, sharing with each other what makes our days a little brighter.

DAY 1:  AUTUMN SUNSHINE

Today is what my mum calls “A good to be alive day.” There is a chill in the air, but it’s the type of fresh, calm day where you can breathe easily. The sun is glowing, almost startling our eyes as we gaze upwards. The delivery guy had a spring his step, the Lollypop lady laughed and joked around with the children. I’m tempted to hang out my washing. People have been taking the time to chat outdoors. Everyone mentions how sunny the day is. It is Britain after all. We like to talk about the weather 😊

 

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View from upstairs window

Credit due to Leigha Robbins who has been working on her Happy and Grateful journal for almost a year: https://leigharobbins.wordpress.com/