Thalassotherapy
Thalassotherapy. What a mouthful! Yesterday I went on the monthly coach to St Malo. It is always sunny when we go so it is a wrench from the garden but gives me a much needed time out.
I go alone and I find the time and space restores my body and head to an equilibrium.
There is a big pool which is divided into areas of different temperatures. Each area has strong water jets which are placed at different heights so that each and every part of the body gets massaged.
I like to study peoples faces. They all have a far away expression of bliss.
A look which says 'I am inside myself. I am being me. I am.'
I spend an hour or so in the pool and then another 30 minutes in and out of the steam room and showers as cold as I can bear.
It feels as though I am losing pounds and I tell myself that this is the beginning of my new regime (diet).
Next comes the best part. I go to the restaurant and take tea.
It is posh and expensive but this is a mini-break for me. The earl grey arrives on a tray with well designed china teapot, milk jug, hot water-jug and a tiny silver cake-stand bearing chocolates.
I enjoy every swallow whilst devouring the view from my armchair,
the sea. I love the sea. Yesterday the sky was cloudless. The sun sparkled on the water. The weather had enticed people from their homes to enjoy this Brittany beach. There was a constant procession of walkers. Elderly couples, young families pushing prams, children and adults on bicycles, skateboards and lovers clinging to each other as they walked. All were well muffled, collars upturned, hats pulled down, scarves tightly wrapped against the bitter wind. But all determined to enjoy the sun.
There are sand surfers too. And males (always males) brave enough to enter the water when they fall from their planche a voile.
Some of our party are sitting on a wall eating sandwiches and drinking from a flask. When they pack-up their picnic and walk away I know it is time for me to return to the coach.
I go alone and I find the time and space restores my body and head to an equilibrium.
There is a big pool which is divided into areas of different temperatures. Each area has strong water jets which are placed at different heights so that each and every part of the body gets massaged.
I like to study peoples faces. They all have a far away expression of bliss.
A look which says 'I am inside myself. I am being me. I am.'
I spend an hour or so in the pool and then another 30 minutes in and out of the steam room and showers as cold as I can bear.
It feels as though I am losing pounds and I tell myself that this is the beginning of my new regime (diet).
Next comes the best part. I go to the restaurant and take tea.
It is posh and expensive but this is a mini-break for me. The earl grey arrives on a tray with well designed china teapot, milk jug, hot water-jug and a tiny silver cake-stand bearing chocolates.
I enjoy every swallow whilst devouring the view from my armchair,
the sea. I love the sea. Yesterday the sky was cloudless. The sun sparkled on the water. The weather had enticed people from their homes to enjoy this Brittany beach. There was a constant procession of walkers. Elderly couples, young families pushing prams, children and adults on bicycles, skateboards and lovers clinging to each other as they walked. All were well muffled, collars upturned, hats pulled down, scarves tightly wrapped against the bitter wind. But all determined to enjoy the sun.
There are sand surfers too. And males (always males) brave enough to enter the water when they fall from their planche a voile.
Some of our party are sitting on a wall eating sandwiches and drinking from a flask. When they pack-up their picnic and walk away I know it is time for me to return to the coach.
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