...early morning walks on the beach, every view a joy to behold, the company of dear friends, the perfect hostess, an enchanting house, a dog we all fell in love with (and I'm not even a dog person), ruthless hunter cats, peaceful writing time, morning writer 'workshops' - and the sort of food that makes you glad anything eaten on holiday has no calories. And sweeties. Post-jelly bean cold turkey is no joke.
The journey there - somewhat blowy!
First morning walk...
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My Shame
Returning from the beach, I decided to sit in a side part of Barb's garden, separated from the rest by a hedge. Took photos of myself and hydrangeas (examples below), then decided, as the sun was so glorious and the grass dry, to do my daily lower back exercises in the open air. The exercises are yoga based and involve many curious poses.
When I got in and told Barb how much I'd enjoyed my pleasant half hour, she revealed to me that this particular hydrangea-filled sun trap does not actually belong to her, but to her neighbours.
I pictured them looking out of the window and saying, "Darling, there's a mad woman taking photos of herself and trying to do yoga in our garden. Should we go down and tell her to bugger off, or hope she leaves quietly?"
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Lunch in garden with sea view (this garden actually owned by Barb) - what more could you want?
My fab new trousers. Very glamorous with my slippers. 😏
One of our writer workshop sessions, attended by some of a local writers' group, too. Barb, Darlene, Georgia and I would take turns to present the subject du jour; mine was on POV and pace, which I will convert into a blog post at some point in the near future :)
It's not a real holiday until you've had your feet in the sea :)
If I deleted every photo in which the horizon is wonky, I wouldn't have any left. However hard I try to get it right!!!
