Avid readers of this blog may recall my buying two one-piece swimsuits, one in black and one in navy blue with white spots on. Neither had been further than my back garden till now. It was time to be bold and wear one of them at the seaside. Today was, once again, bright and sunny. So I made an effort and got out in Fiona by mid-morning. I chose the black swimsuit, which looks like this:
I put on a very loose pair of black linen cropped trousers, as I was popping into Sainsbury's for some diesel on the way. In case it was breezy, I had with me a burgundy-coloured cord jacket with turned-up sleeves by Seasalt, but there was no need to don this for driving along, and I left it off at the filling station. (Obviously I wanted to give all the men an eyeful of under-arm flab: they love it)
My destination was Ferring. Now this is a place on the coast west of Worthing, and is one of the very few spots between Selsey Bill and Beachy Head that doesn't have a backdrop of bungalows or beach huts. Instead there's farmland, a wide greensward, and the beach.
It's very open, and therefore inclined to be windy, but when calm it's a great place for sunning yourself before pottering on the beach or strolling up the coast in the Kingston Gorse direction to the Blue Bird Cafe. This isn't a cliffy part of the Sussex coast. It's absolutely flat:
That's exactly how it was. I walked down there after scoffing my sandwich and smoothie. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Having parked (it's free!) I set up my deck chair, took off the trousers, and settled down to bask:
It crossed my mind that this was a first. I'd never before worn anything like this in public. But I reckoned that the body looked adequately authentic for a middle-aged woman, and that I should have nothing to fear, especially as the surgery area was being flaunted - in a sense my credentials were on full view, merely masked by a clingy garment. I was actually the only person brave enough to wear a swimsuit in the wind, but it didn't seem in any way out of place. And once walking down on the shore, it felt even more natural. The only embarrassing thing was my pallid legs:
Perhaps on Thursday, if the weather holds, I'll give the other swimsuit an outing - and try to get more sun on those legs!