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| The view from my deckchair |
I'm currently sitting on a rock in Bowleaze Cove, Weymouth overlooking the sea and the whole of the town. Today I sat on the beach and read the whole of 'The Secret Dreamworld Of A Shopaholic' whilst my ghostly pale skin turned a painful shade of red. Whilst walking along the 2 mile walkway from the caravan to the centre I started thinking about the little things I loved about being on holiday in good old Britain.
1. Being greeted with 'good morning' from strangers walking past. Isn't this lovely? It restores all hope I had about manners in society today. Just a simple 'morning' really does make the world a better place.
2. A full English breakfast everyday. Waking up to the aroma of sausages being cooked in the caravan kitchen is divine and makes me dread the days when I have rush through a slice of toast to get to uni.
3. Having the tune for 'I do like to be beside the seaside' stuck in your head.
4. Forgetting to check Twitter, Facebook and all things technology. Back home I practically live with my head in the internet checking out what's going on and seeing everyone's opinions on it. Yesterday and today I have been about 8-9 hours without checking any social networking sites or emails. I even missed several calls and texts because I put my phone on silent and simply forgot about it. Back in Leicester this would kill me but I'm more carefree than ever.
5. Deckchairs. I had forgotten how comfy they are! And so nautical chic.
I think the sea air has had a strange effect on me..
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