Sandy in Teignmouth…


A Breath of Fresh Air

I feel compelled to listen to the radio at the moment to pick up on the news of what is happening in the Election, & every hypothesis of what has happened, why, & what may be coming next. So does everyone else it seems; the discussion around the same seems endless.

Wondering & waiting, while having no influence, is exhausting. It’s the modern conundrum of our bodies wanting to fight against worry, while we sit talking with friends & colleagues, drinking tea & eating biscuits.

What I need is a breath of fresh air – a time to walk with the radio off & no-one to talk to.

Just me & the sea…