My first look at the Sea is just magic. I stand gazing out, gulping in lungfuls of sea air, knowing it’s all doing me good. The air feels fresher, cleaner, at the coast. My hair whipping my face in the breeze and the wind taking my breath away.
I love the feel of sand between my toes. I love feeling the calm wash over me as I walk along the beach, the waves lapping at my feet and ankles.
It’s always quiet here, during the night and in the early morning light. I can hear the whine of the seagull crisp and clear. I’ve already noticed that people are friendlier when they are on their holidays. Full of smiles and happy greetings.
These days are to recharge- like a human battery. If only! It was a wonderful idea; a short
trip to the seaside that I knew would do me the world of good.
The only disappointment was the knowledge that all the stress, pain and worry would be waiting back at home. Like an estranged relative that only comes to visit for free food and wine and even then, rarely.
I have a MRI scan on Sunday, waiting for a date for a sigmoidoscopy, worry over results, planning another op with my gynae and surgeon. It’s all piled on top of me, like an avalanche, suffocating.
I have spent a lot of these 2 days outside, in the fresh air, with my husband and my dog. Balanced. Calm. I began to feel the benefits of sunshine and open space really quickly. I have been more relaxed (although not enough to have slept any better!) and have laughed more than I have in ages.
I have had a wonderfully chilled out time at the seaside. Huge thank you to hubs for being so patient with me over the last couple of months, he’s been awesome.
Just a quick note, also so so proud of my Big Lad, he was so well behaved at the coast and even made a few new friends! So good!