Seaside Joys

Today was a classic "Who *wouldn't* want to be right here, right now?" day. The sun was shining. There were families playing on the beach. Gorgeously warm without being melting. Relaxed and easy going. Just amazing. And, best of all, the beach wasn't *swarming* with folk, it was just nicely busy - none of this too many people to have enough space for yourself, lark. Morecambe really is absolutely fabulous and anyone who tries to tell me otherwise may end up with a long conversation on their hands. Or a very short "Been here? Recently? Well maybe you should fix that..."

I remain utterly baffled by Morecambe and my relationship with it. I love being here. I love the space. I love the beach. I love the "favourite places" I'm continuing to find - and the fact there are loads of them for different moments. I love the break it gives me. And yet I still struggle with the fact that I very rarely *do* a huge amount up here. It's a break for me, and a fabulous one at that, but even today I had a complete stranger arrive and throw me (prospective tenant) with "So what, are you doing the place up or something?" Actually, no. I'm bringing it round to being *mine* but I'm not "doing it up or something" - it's already gorgeous. It's already fabulous. But true, it's not necessarily clear what or why or how.

My attic room has had a makeover, including losing one wardrobe and gaining another. It's beginning to feel much more like the room I want it to be. Yes, it still needs a full redecorate and the like but when I arrive in it now it feels, well, ready to be lived in. Which is fab as it means I have a proper escape, a proper bolt hole - and there's a lot more light up here. Fabulous.

And so now my mind wanders...so many possibilities, including just to breathe & take it all in.