The beach used to be two minutes from my house. Sitting on the pebbles and staring out to the ocean was my idea of heaven. The forever changing shades of blue, cotton candy sky and the quiet. All you can hear is the waves gently lapping in and out, in perfect timing with your breath. Uh why do I live in London again?
This weekend all we fancied was sitting by the beach, munching fish ‘n’ chips (in the rain, classic Britain) then heading to a cosy pub to catch up with pals.
How was your weekend?