Running into the cold cold sea in England, feeling your skin protest and guarding your tummy as you know you will get a shock once that's submerged in the ocean, then feeling the first wave break on your body and enjoying the endorphins erupt with such an unexpected force that you laugh out loud and you cannot but wait for the next wave, and the next and the next... And you don't care about the cold of the air or of the sea anymore. Brilliant.
I loved the ocean and the long, sandy beaches and the secluded, secret ones, the constant sound of waves rushing towards you. I loved the two sunny days we had and all the others when a raincoat and a wooly hat were required to enjoy the beach fully. I loved the rugged coastline and the sheep, the English families huddled behind windbreaks and tucking into fish and chips with relish, the kids screaming for ice-cream even in icy wind and the shells and stones and the grains of sand in everything I wore.
I could go on and on posting gorgeous pictures of the ocean, but let me show you some other delights of Devon too.
The house we stayed in, with the most gorgeous English garden... Thank you for the hospitality Vanessa and John, my Boyfriend and me were so lucky to stay with you!
The streets of Appledore, which were such an unexpected gem to find, and reminded me so much of Burano.
The Green Man festival in Barnstaple, watching people enjoying parading through the town centre and then listening to great music and dancing in the streets.
I cannot wait for the wind and the rain, the sun and the sea to direct me back to Devon again.
Oh, and while I was away, I hope you enjoyed the wonderful guest posts my lovely guest bloggers provided - I surely did! I'm already inspired to ask you all about something else to blog about, I guess I'd need more holidays for that! :)
Thank you again Waves, Pau, Sarah and Kirstin!
