I just went for a lovely lovely walk down by the beach. It wasn’t very long, as I’m pretty pathetic, and now I’m exhausted, but it was so nice: the sun set while we were there, and though it was cold the crisp air was so refreshing. The tide was out, but the colours were gorgeous and I really should have taken a camera. In fact, I almost did, but saw my fat face in the mirror before I left and decided that I don’t like it very much and therefore didn’t want to encourage any photos of that. Here’s an old photo of Prinsted beach anyway, though it looked a bit different this evening, what with there being no water, but a lovely orange tinge to the rocks.
My legs are weak at the moment because I haven’t used them much over the past 6 weeks: I’m not sure whether during Phase 2 I’ll be able to make more effort to keep the muscles a bit stronger, or whether again I’ll mostly be too weary. I did try to wander around my room every evening for a bit at the beginning of Phase 1, but as it went on I didn’t really have the energy to do so. I know that when I come out again I’ll be able to build up their strength, but I wonder whether to really try and keep them up anyway. On the one hand, if I’m weary I should rest because my body needs it, but on the other hand it would be nice to remain as ‘normal’ as possible.
On another note, Alice (of Tomandalice fame) has fallen asleep on the sofa, which is sweet. She’s marrying my brother! How cool’s that?