Why is it as soon as you’re not allowed to do something, that’s all you want to do?
For me, that means becoming desperately fixated about going on holiday, and more specifically, visiting the coast. The lockdown has meant that we’re settled here in our gorgeous Cotswold village, with miles upon miles of countryside to explore (for a maximum of an hour a day of course).
Whilst many would swap with me in a heartbeat, all I can think about is brisk walks on a beach, salty air and a cheek-slapping wind. Ice creams on a jetty, fish and chips in our laps and that feeling of true exhaustion that accompanies a day spent on the coast.
Most years we head down to Cornwall during the October half term when the weather is unpredictable but the crowds are minimal. The troops don’t seem to mind if it’s sunny or not and gamely play on the beach in all weather.
We eat too much, watch movies together and enjoy plenty of long walks punctuated by pub stops and photo ops. So in essence, exactly what we’re doing now minus the pub stops!
Tomorrow I will mostly be flinging sea salt around the place and leaving all the windows and doors open to create a draught in the hope of recreating my seaside idyll. Wondering if I leave the taps running will that conjure up the sounds of the sea? Think it’ll probably just send me straight for the loo!
Not exactly how I planned it 