The place that I live, the place I retreat to, the place that I call my home.
Can you imagine going for a stroll with me when the tide is out and the sky is sat low that it almost feels like it is touching your head. Along a deserted beach, to chat and natter about all that daft things that jumble around our heads.
Noticing wildlife picking up on their tune, watching, mesmerised, meditating. Finding seashore treasures that tumble out of pockets on the return to the place you call home.
Breathing it in and feeling the breeze tingle against your skin, the spray the aroma the sea salt - all giving you a blast at once.
But every now and then the wind will drop and the sun peeks out through the clouds - would you close your eyes, face turned upwards to feel her rays gently caressing your cheeks?
Out of the elements with a glow on your face to embrace the warmth of a local tavern, to sip hot chocolates and natter some more before it's time to go.
Wish you were here this October weekend - to share, remember and enjoy.