A walk for my mind

The other thing I'm struggling with, if I'm honest, is the idea of the notebook. I fully understand how vital taking notes is, but I never seem to have the damn thing with me, or a pen, or the pen doesn't work, or the notebook is with me but its now bent/broken/pages falling out, or the pen has snapped leaving my clothes and parts of me covered in ink - you get the picture. So today, I took my customary walk on the beach, just a few meters from where I work and armed not so much with a notebook, but more of a notebook mentality, as discussed and encouraged somewhere in the BRB.

Pretty soon I noticed that in places, the damp sand - the sea, having moved out, looked flat and smooth but with a hint of grain, like wood. Like pine actually, or light oak. I looked at it closer and it looked almost like tanned leather - the 'grain' in the sand caused by the swirl of the retreating sea made it look 'hide' like. I looked further along the line where damp sand met the dry, where stones had been deposited, washed and abandoned and noticed an appearance and texture that reminded me of flattened cake mixture, patted and rolled - each stone either a currant, a sultana, or a raisin. Further along the shore little semi circular holes appeared in the sand, in straight lined sections which at times looked almost like a succession of kitchen cheese graters, all lined up. I would never have made that comparison had I not 'looked' as hard as I did today. And I thought, I don't have a notebook, but I have a little internal recorder in my brain if I remember to switch it on. If. I. Remember. To Switch It On.