I had planned to go beachcombing this morning and have a swim in the sea to wash my hair. When we woke up it was cold and raining intermittently, but Ash said "you should still go, it'd be romantic!" So I set out with an umbrella, and my towel in a waterproof bag. On the way there it began to rain again quite heavily. I found, but did not pick up a rabbits foot. I couldn't decide if that seemed like good luck or bad luck. When I got to the sea the tide was right in. I pushed my way through the rain and wind (too windy for my umbrella) along the shoreline to the caves, and holed up in one, setting out my wet clothes to dry in the nooks of the cave. As soon as it stopped raining I went out onto the deserted beach and knelt in the shallows washing my hair with goat milk soap. I got back into the cave just as another wave of heavy rain hit, and I got to watch it coming in over the water. I did some stretching and exercises in the cave while I waited for the weather to clear then put on my outer layers again and did a little bit of foraging before walking home. On the way home I found a beautiful lilac tree and stole a couple of broad beans off a bush by the path to nibble on. A good and thrilling morning. Felt very much like a ritual.
