Last week I got my hair cut. Ususally I enjoy the 15 minute walk to the hairdresser, but a) I was a bit short of time, and b) it was threatening rain, so I took the car. Afterwards I realised the appointment had taken less time than I expected, so I drove to our little beach car park, and jumped out to get a blast of fresh air.
There wasn't time for a proper walk so I just strolled out onto the little wooden pier. The first thing I noticed was that I had the place to myself. Just two other cars were parked but their owners weren't visible. Then I saw that there was a really high tide. It was higher than I'd ever seen before, only about three feet below the wooden boards I was walking on.
The wind was gusting a bit too, so I was in danger of getting a bit wet if it dashed the waves and lifted spray, but it was really exhilarating. That five minutes at the beach was all I needed before heading home to get another article written before its deadline.