Pink hats three

Cat bought E and I these ridiculous retro pink swimming hats. I wore mine last week on that wild day and it left a deep indentation on my forehead so I tried wearing a hat underneath as an experiment.  So we are the pink hats three.

On these weekend opportunities that I get to go to the beach for a swim, I have come to love and savor the 35 min drive through the countryside. I feel the butterflies in my stomach and find myself studying the clouds on the horizon, looking for wind indicators in the bending trees. What's it going to be like down at the sea? Will it rain? Will the waves be too big to face? Will I find a place to park? Will I see anyone I know? 

And on my own little road trip I happily flip between radio stations.. from Scala and Classic FM when I'm just getting underway to some Heart UK or Capital for some good spirit rousing pop. I just love it!