I love going into London, I tried to go once a month when I could, sometimes for work and meetings, sometimes for visits and sometimes just because I love being in the big city, wandering the streets and people watching. I love travelling to different countries, travel has always been a priority to us as a family and we spend so much time planning where to visit and what we want to see and do. I love where I live, but I love getting away too.
I spend far too much time looking at holidays we will be unlikely to take, planning days out that may not be what we want to do once we are actually able to do it. Trying to change the attitude of feeling trapped at home is hard work but it is the challenge I am facing. We are limited to exploring only places within walking distance of our house and with some members of the family having littler legs than others, that doesn’t take us far. We need to get out though, we need to walk and breath the outside air and feel a part of something bigger than our household so we are getting out, mostly to the same place but it is out and it is beautiful.
This is where I live, a tiny corner of the UK surrounded by coastline. Sandy beaches, colourful beach huts, chalk cliffs, little harbours, dramatic skies. We can walk to several different beaches from our house, we all have our favourites and they aren’t all the same. Whichever one we end up at though, I feel better for seeing the sea. The children love climbing on the sand that is piled up to protect the buildings, they love throwing stones in the sea, they love planning which boat they would choose in the harbour if they had enough money to buy one. They love having a hot chocolate in their tin mugs and stopping for a cone of chips to accompany us on the way home. The beach provides their imaginations with a holiday, with a day out, with a different backdrop to normal and different possibilities.
I love the smell of the sea, the feel of the sand under my feet, the sound of the waves, the warmth of a hot drink in my hands on a cold day, the sight of the sun setting behind the boats as we walk up the hill back home. I love staring into the sea on a good day, thinking I could be almost anywhere looking out at the same view, I love shouting into it on a bad day, wondering where my words will end up.
This post is a way for me to try and write down a little bit of how I feel and share the beauty of where I live, because all in all, staying home is a good place to be.