It felt good to have a change of scenery.
To feel the warmish sea breeze (And gale force winds for that matter!).
The air smelt different somehow. A mixture of salt and sweet Spring flowers.
It reminded me of when I was younger.
We hung out on white sand beaches.
I got my feet wet.
We wore short sleeves.
We ate too much fish and chips.
We opened a bottle of wine most evenings. My skin is not the better for it.
We spent many hours on the deck overlooking the ocean.
I picked flowers from the wildish garden.
I cooked simple meals every night. Salads. Pasta.
I hung out washing on an old grey Hills Hoist. I love those things.
On the last day we watched the sunrise over the ocean.