I hate shopping in supermarkets or anywhere else for clothes.

Not a bad day weather wise.  But increasingly windy.  20 mph gusting to 30.  At 4 feet 10 inches, 8 stone, and a chariot that does its own thing in high winds  I decided to do my walk within the shelter of the local supermarkets.

As advised I needed to buy some leggings to go with the new tunic.  I also wanted to buy a smaller bag as I can never find anything in the ones I have.  So first I tootled along to Tescos.

Now this woman has to be ten foot tall.  My Tesco has the clothing I want to look at way beyond my reach.  I tried, I failed.  Anything I thought I might like was not in my size so there had obviously been a horde of locusts with size 14 tops and size 12 bums.

So I went to ASDA.

I had better luck in ASDA.  I managed the leggings.  Again they had a sale on as had Tesco but again the horde of locusts with 14 on top and 12 on bottom all gone.  

I then latched on to a bag in the sale which was somewhat smaller than the ones I own (now winging their way to a charity shop) so hopefully I will be able to locate things within it.  And a pair of red shoes I could not resist.

Now comes the why I hate shopping.  The red shoes size 5 were way out of my reach.  I could see them tantalising me on the top rail at the back of some boring blue ones.  I looked round for one of our colleagues or whatever they are called in ASDA.  NOT ONE TO BE SEEN.  Ended up asking a lovely young Mum who reached them down for me.  WHY DO THEY PUT ANYTHING OUT OF REACH FOR MOST OF THE PEOPLE WHO SHOP?  MADNESS.  

On my way to ASDA I drove past the Esplanade and saw this.  In the Bay.  Just off the beach.  I then remembered that I had got soaked yesterday.  That I had emptied my bag.  That I had left the camera at home.....

Fortunately a friend, Stuart Fenty, had photographed it and in the harbour too.

Isnt it beautiful.