Some years ago we were going out for the day to Brighton. We'd spent so much time discussing where we were going that by the time we set off it was late. The traffic was bad and got worse as we travelled towards the coast. Then the sky turned grey and the heavens opened. The rain pounded so hard against the windscreen, obscuring our vision, that we could only crawl along. We started to grumble, blaming each other for our late departure. A stony silence ensued.
By the time we got to Brighton I was thoroughly fed up and thinking what a waste of time it had been coming out for the day.
AS we left the car park, the weather brightened unexpectedly. We went to sit on the beach, which was quite crowded with families and young children in fairly close proximity - normally something I wouldn't enjoy. But, having had a tiring and horrible journey, we just lay down on the pebbled beach for a nap. The sun came out fully and suddenly the temperature was just perfect - hot, but not uncomfortably so, with a light, warm breeze. I drifted off to sleep, with the sounds of the sea against the pebbles and little children playing receding into the distance.
We both awoke, refreshed and feeling suddenly very happy. Unexpected bliss.