Confidence in their birth right.

Down on the sea front, seated on the narrow restaurants frontage which last winter had seen high seas flooding onto where we sat, it couldn't have looked nicer. The broad swath of firm sand was the scene of children scampering about in their own world of sea and sand, of dogs, all breeds, shapes and sizes fetching the stick their owners resolutely threw as if taking part in some sort of ritual which for why neither the dog or the master knew.
Coffee or tea sir, are you having a sausage with your bacon ? The sea side usually brings the best out of people. There is that open aspect to the sea that land across the water unseen. An adventure in the offing. The boat out in the bay seems idyllic, cast off-shore sufficient to be independent and yet close enough to engage, it offers the romance of travel without a crowd.
The houses clinging to the shoreline or perched, up out of harms way have the glazed look of having seen it all before, nothing out of the ordinary for them, the scene is their stock in trade, it keeps their value up and the riff raff at bay.
The air is fresh off the water, full of ozone and other goodies it drys the skin and makes middle age seem old as the small group of ascetics take daily plunge irrespective of water temperature, and remember we are mid winter, is a routine never missed. "Isn't it cold I ask, no not a bit" as he towels down to plod off down the beach and home for a lunch of lettuce and the finest welsh water this side of the black rock.
Out to sea the coast guard have launched following a practised save and rescue routine and we see them heading back in calm tranquil seas. Never ones to sing their own praises we don't come out when in 20 ft waves with a force 8 blowing we are safe in our houses and they crashing to rescue someone who should have known better.
All around the lilt of the Welsh ascent greeting and sharing their experiences. Not boastful, but mater of fact, not wishing to draw attention but confident in their birth right.