We sneaked out of 'School' and high tailed it from Surrey all the way down to the beautiful Devon coast last week for a spot of spontaneous R&R.
Those of you that have read The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry by Rachel Joyce will be familiar with the route into Salcombe via Kingsbridge, the very same road on which Harold began his 600 mile walk to reach his dear friend Queenie.
We checked into a delightful hotel overlooking Hope Cove for some traditional Devon hospitality.
I did have plans for paddleboarding, perhaps some kayaking and even a dip in the sea but ginormous full English breakfasts, teas with lashings of clotted cream and five course dinners put paid to anything other than lolloping along the beach, like a great big galoot.
I had to have a word with the seagull, who insisted on incessantly squawking outside my window at 6am the first morning but he soon disappeared, only to leave the gentle soundtrack of lapping waves in his wake.
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Can you hear the silence? Isn't it bliss!....