I can remember that as a little girl we had so many lovely family holidays at the seaside and getting there was always fun. There was such a wonderful ritual to it all, the excitement beforehand, the over-loaded car, the journey that always felt like forever, countless rounds of eye-spy along the way and plenty of "are we there yet"s exclaimed. One of my favourite things was arriving wherever we were destined, opening up what would be our home for the week, running round to check every room and then my sister and I throwing down our bags and running off to explore the exciting new place we'd landed in.
What's funny is now, when I arrive at my destination I still want to do exactly the same thing but those pesky little "grown-up" duties seem to take precedent. You know, all of those responsible things that you used to leave your parents to do whilst you went to hunt out the nearest playground - probably better go and do a food shop and unpack and make up the beds first. So when we arrived in Cornwall this time, I was good and performed my adult duties, albeit rather hastily, then just like that little girl once did, I grabbed my coat and was out the door.
It didn't even enter my mind to start by exploring the site we were staying at because the pull of the sea was ludicrous and I headed straight to it. I could hear it roaring loudly, calling my like a homing beacon. I followed the sound, my strides getting bigger and then as I made my way over the bough of the hill there it was in front of me in all of it's magnificent, blue glory! I half ran down to the bluff, jumping up on a boulder so my eyes could be filled with as much of it as possible. The wind was whipping around me, cold and biting and I let it. I stood there on that bluff and let the cool, salty gale blow all of the city out of me. My insides were shouting hello to the sand and the sea and the sky. It was like every cell of my body was humming with happiness. I was here, I'd arrived, reunited again with this magical land and ready to soak up every glorious minute of it.