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The Private Papers of Henry Ryecroft
·
George Gissing
98
XV.
I
have
been
at
the
seaside--enjoying
it,
yes,
but
in
what
a
doddering,
senile
sort
of
way!
Is
it
I
who
used
to
drink
the
strong
wind
like
wine,
who
ran
exultingly
along
the
wet
sands
and
leapt
from
rock
to
rock,
barefoot,
on
the
slippery
seaweed,
who
breasted
the
swelling
breaker,
and
shouted
with
joy
as
it
buried
me
in
gleaming
foam?
At
the
seaside
I
knew
no
such
thing
as
bad
weather;
there
were
but
changes
of
eager
mood
and
full-blooded
life.
Now,
if
the
breeze
blow
too
roughly,
if
there
come
a
pelting
shower,
I
must
look
for
shelter,
and
sit
with
my
cloak
about
me.
It
is
but
a
new
reminder
that
I
do
best
to
stay
at
home,
travelling
only
in
reminiscence.
At
Weymouth
I
enjoyed
a
hearty
laugh,
one
of
the
good
things
not
easy
to
get
after
middle
age.
There
was
a
notice
of
steamboats
which
ply
along
the
coast,
steamboats
recommended
to
the
public
as
being
"replete
with
lavatories
and
a
ladies'
saloon."
Think
how
many
people
read
this
without
a
chuckle!
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