Life is better in flip-flops

Flip-flop weather at last, and about time too. Of course I often wear them around the house in lieu of slippers, but there’s nothing like slipping on your flip-flops and heading for the beach. That’s what I did yesterday, headed for the beach with the flip, flop, flip of my flip-flops clearly audible above the sound of the deep blue, bright white waves as they broke against the sand of Penlech beach.

Penlech was pretty empty considering the warmth and the clear blue skies. A glorious day full of the promise of a good summer after (judging by the amount of weed and wash-up dotted along the beach) what must have been some pretty stormy storms.

Flip-flops on damp sand; there’s no sound quite like it. It seems to say why worry, slow down, relax, take it easy, and for a while I did. Yeah, life is better in flip-flops.