The viral infection I had recently left me feeling - to be completely honest - really rather crap. It made me feel as though I had gone back a year or two where I couldn't leave my bed for 5 minutes, I couldn't cut my own food, I couldn't do anything besides lay in bed in darkness. It made me realise just how far I've come because a couple of years ago that was the reality of my life every single day. After having all of the energy sucked out of me and fearing the progress I've made would have been short lived, a short but sweet evening visit to the beach soon cheered me up and rejuvenated my spirit, motivating me to keep on fighting this illness, refusing to let it and defeat me, in the hope that soon enough I'll be able to visit the beach more often.
You've probably guessed by now that I love the beach. It is my favourite place to go and reflect, relax and it is one of the only places where I feel completely free. To me nothing beats the feeling of sand beneath my feet, and sea air filling my lungs. I live on the seafront and the walk from the cliff, down to the sea, and back again may have left my legs feeling like they had run a marathon the next day but I wasn't complaining. I was able to take all of the recent chronic illness stress and the stress of having a broken body with me, release them and blow them out to get lost at sea. Adios negativity. Hasta nunca!
I even braved dipping my feet in the North Sea - a notoriously cold Sea - which was actually rather refreshing considering it was 9.30pm!
Where is your favourite place to go in the world?