“Some call it the middle of nowhere. We call it the centre of everything.”
A few weeks a go, I packed my hold-all and headed to the hills with my friends. A family beach house owned by the family of our freind Jon dating back to the 1920’s was to be our home for the weekend. After a long and at times monotonous lockdown – the fresh air was exactly what was needed. We managed to arrive to enjoy that last weekend of summer. It was tranquil, quintessentially British and the perfect little seaside aventure. Unlike my other travel posts, this one won’t be listing all the things to do in the area, we pretty much spent our days playing card games, swimming and kayaking in the cold water (very refreshing) and taking boat rides along the river. Instead it’s simple a post or visual diary entry if you will of a moment in time that I’ll remember forever. I was content and completely care free, in our little house on the hill surrounded by the best of people.
“Some old fashioned things like fresh air and sunshine are hard to beat.”