Barassie Beach

I keep forgetting that Glasgow has some wonderful open and clean beaches about a half hour drive away. Yesterday I spent an afternoon meandering along from Barassie to Troon and back, and it was a perfectly calming experience.

I saw the real world getting on with itself, dogs running in the tides and people wandering and enjoying a sunny, if blustery, afternoon. Peaceful.

I admit I had a bit of a funk as I sat staring out over the Firth of Clyde over to Arran, but I am learning to understand the funks and all they mean. I am not so shocked at some of the things I think and I realise that they are normal and natural. And what better place to have funks than on a beautiful open beach with a sunny breeze, looking out into the west.
The Red Sails in the West

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