Today has been one of those that it's a shame had to end... you ever get those days?

I was going to sleep in this morning but the Simon Body-Clock had other ideas and got me up at 6.20am. I was determined not to do any kind of work today and thought what I could do.

Well I needed a new fishing reel because yesterday my 6 month old one collapsed into loads of bit which flew in the sea and marina. I decided I'd have a shower, take the dog out and then dig out my mountain bike and cycle down to the fishing shop which is by the harbour.

I left here at 9.30am and cycled down to the English Riviera Centre which has 2 paths that lead to Torre Abbey Green and the sea front. I cycled along the sea front, along the Marina, then harbour and then got to the fishing shop. I bought a couple of new reels and then cycled back past the harbour and marina and I thought I'd see what the fishing was like on the pier. I asked a few helpful folks what the fishing was like but they all said there was nothing...

It was at this point, with the sky the first summer-hazy blue I've seen this year, the sun warming up my face and arms and the ocean in front of me with people on boats and yachts heading out to sea smiling and joking.. it was at this point I realised just how much I love life down here. I may not be rich or famous but I don't think I've been this content with life.. ever.

I've always hated the summer as anyone will tell you... but not this year. This year I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to cycling by the sea. I'm looking forward to fishing in clear blue summer skies. I'm looking forward to cool drinks as I sit back looking over a marina shimmering in the sunset.

I've been thinking of all the people who work in cities like London. People who don't get to see the moon reflecting off the ocean, who don't get to see 3 kinds of weather all at the same time in different places. People who can't travel a few hundred yards and see huge wide open areas whether it be the ocean or countryside.

Everybody needs a place where they can breathe in deep and exhale with a smile on their face knowing they are at peace. Where I live is my place and I feel sorry for anyone who hasn't found that place.

I could never...and I mean never go back and work or live in a city again.

Anyway I cycled back home grabbed my rod and some bait and headed back down to the pier. I didn't have a single bite but it didn't matter one bit. There was lots of tourists about who were happy and joyful. I got chatting and joking with loads of other fisherman. I then heard a loud speaker and realised a powerboat race was about to start (lots of photos soon I promise) so I packed up my stuff and cycled around to the other side of the pier and watched a really thrilling powerboat race with the boats racing past me at just a few dozen yards away. Really cool stuff!

So here I am, back home with my arms and face glowing (A suntan in May, nice hehe) and I'm looking at a clear blue sky with the sun setting.

If you're one of these people living in a city and are totally miserable the only question is... why you still there? :-)