Out with my pal Wendy for a lovely morning walk on the beach!
Everything was just so beautiful, I had to pause a few times to pull out my iPhone camera, just to share it with you....
From new and unusual discoveries...
Then we spotted this sweet old lady gathering shells...and decided we would like that to be us in 30 years....still walking and still enjoying the salt air, the birds, the shells and the gentle foam of the waves.
How's that sound to you?
When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
with a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
and satin candles, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
and gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick along the public railings
and make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
and pick the flowers in other people's gardens
and learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
and eat three pounds of sausages at a go
or only bread and pickles for a week
and hoard pens and pencils and beer nuts and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
and pay our rent and not swear in the street
and set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
By Jenny Joseph
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