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Getting away from it all

Getting away from it all

Whenever I dream of getting away from it all, it's always to the sea. It's the nothingness, the vast, open space, the weather. Lots of weather. And the stormier the better. Watching the waves crash on to the beach and then retreat backwards almost as if bowing their apologies to the sand for treating it so harshly.

A new day dawns

A new day dawns

On Sunday, crazy cats that we are, my brother and I decided to forgo the extra hour in bed and instead throw on our wellies and coats and race the sun to our local beach. We got there with the orange beams in the rear view mirror threatening to overtake us but luckily, we made it on to the sand before the shadow of darkness had been completely engulfed by the fiery glow.

The green, green grass of home

The green, green grass of home

When we lived in Switzerland, I was often asked what I missed most about Wales. Family and friends aside (and cream eggs, golden syrup, and proper pub lunches), it was being away from the countryside that I struggled with most ... being away from the green. Every country has its forest areas, its woodland paths, and places where the wildlife outnumbers the people. But an abundance of green, the likes of which I grew up with and now, once again, have on my doorstep? Well, that's harder to find.