As we say “goodbye” to October 2015,this day in my neck of the woods is,as they say “one for the Ducks.”
It seems set in for the day.When it rains like this,my dogs have to be dragged outside,such is their aversion to it.
Personally,I don’t mind the rain,as it always reminds me of where I was brought up.Like many isolated places on the coast in this country,you get used to it.In fact,when I was a child,you remembered the days fro Autumn through the Winter that didn’t rain,such was the prevalence of downpours then.
Maybe,back then,you knew you had to get on with your life,so you invested in fully waterproof garments that helped you cope with theses adverse elements.As a teenager,I would walk along the beach at “Fistral”,in Newquay in driving rain ,but loving every minute of it.Those were the days in the late 1960s when the beach wasn’t the magnet for surfers good and bad that it is now.Why yes,it was,as they say,rustic at Fistral,but you could hear the Atlantic roaring,and it energised me somehow.It enabled me to get on with life,my life,as it were.
Bad Weather and Cornwall in the winter tend to go together like “fish n chips”,so you found a way of negotiating with the elements.Many a time if I caught the tides I could walk over to Crantock from Pentire-now there is a small ferry that transports over over the estuary.
Tides have a habit of playing tricks on you if your not used to them.Many times I have seen folk taken out of the beach because of rip-tides,as they can pull you underneath the water and render you completely unable to swim.Its that sort of thing that makes you cautious of the cruel sea.Those references to the sea by Iris Murdoch were never lost by me,and also from “the Tempest” too.
Sometimes the unpredictable nature of the affects of the sea have helped me through life to try to accept what this throws at you.I know that stuff happens,and sometimes very quickly,but you have to somehow accept it.When you have spent hundreds of hours watching waves you are aware of the concept of the freak wave because you have seen them,and witnessed their affect.To say that this has made me risk averse would not be true,but it has levelled me,and taught me not to take anything for granted.We don’t know as much as we would like to think.Yes,sometimes,we might exude confidence but that doesn’t completely hide our inability to really get everything right.At my age,I’m happy with that.
So now,I’m writing this at my home in Dorset and it’s still pouring with rain.Yes,folk are right,it’s in for the day.However,as I write this,I am aware of the countless people who are out in the rain because they have to earn a living in it.My relatives in Cornwall who live by the Sea and earn their living through it will be out if it isn’t too rough.Its an age old thing.Its not that they are crazy,it’s just that this is their life.
As someone who grew up in a community that had very few choices,I am very fortunate to have had some talent in music,and have had the nurturing in it to make my living through it.That isn’t the lot of my relatives down in Cornwall.
So,from thinking about the rain in Dorset,I have drifted back to a good childhood memory,and it’s a golden sands one.