Here Comes the Sun. Briefly. (From Western Telegraph)

Here Comes the Sun. Briefly.

5:29pm Monday 6th April 2009

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There was sunshine! I can honestly say that there is nowhere I would rather be than Newport when it's sunny, as it was over the weekend. It felt like it lasted longer than most weekends, almost to the point of feeling like a holiday (or at least a mini-break). This, I think is one of the major positives of living in a holiday destination: you can feel on holiday without actually going anywhere. Visitors hadn't actually started to arrive in any great numbers over the weekend either, so I didn't even have to queue in Spar for half an hour to buy a bottle of water and an ice cream. Good times.

On Saturday I went for lunch with the boy and some friends and then sat in the sunshine drinking cider all afternoon. Not, perhaps, the most productive (or healthy) of activities, but very lovely nonetheless. Sunday was spent in a similarly relaxing way, although minus the alcohol, watching people more active than myself playing a disorganised game of football while flicking through magazines and chatting inanely.

I find it funny how as soon as the sun comes out I feel like I'm doing something just by being in it. If it had been raining and I had been sitting inside the pub eating I would have felt extremely lazy. Sitting outside the pub in the sunshine, however, made me feel good. I didn't exactly have a sense of accomplishing anything, but I didn't feel like I'd done nothing either. In fact, on both Saturday and Sunday night I was completely exhausted, even though I hadn't technically been very active. On Saturday this may be partly attributable to the cider drinking, but let's ignore that; I choose to believe that sustaining my excitement about the weather for two days wore me out.

Saturday was also a momentous day for me because it was the first day this year that I've worn flip flops. To be honest, by late afternoon my feet were freezing and I had to wrap them in a cloth bag until I could be bothered to venture the few hundred feet to my house to get some boots. That did not, however, stop me from doing the exact same thing again on Sunday. By about 6pm my toes had actually changed colour through numbness and I couldn't walk properly due to a loss of feeling.

Anyway, it's raining today, so the idyll is over and I will quickly forget that flip flops are a bad idea in April and wear them again the next time I get a glimpse of the sun. I may also have to actually go to the gym to get a sense of achievement that was felt over the weekend just through sitting outside. Not so good times.