It was the high point of my afternoon (nearly, it has been a slow day) when I discovered that tomorrow, when Storm Doris (links to BBC video, so may not be available in US) arrives, has been christened Doris Day.
So I went out (working from home, waiting for things to be delivered, yaaaaaaaaawn) to see if she was showing any calamitousness yet.
As Doris is approaching from the south west, as normal, the sea here is very quiet. It takes a north or east wind to ruffle it properly, but it was blusterous and still quite mild. Too mild to be in long tights, and a rain jacket.
There were quite a few oyster catchers out, doing their thing.
And I felt oddly compelled to submit an art project today. It must be the weather perhaps or working in the great metropolis has made me all pretentious. But I have collected especially for you: shades of blue found on Hampton Beach Huts (Feb 2017) and one sneaky view. Eat your heart out Tracey. I think they are beautiful.
Oops, yes running. Feeling better still.