I know. I know. I’m a terrible person. I start a blog to record the ins and outs of a move lots of (mostly retired) people dream of making, and then I disappear for literally months. I have no excuse.
Actually, my excuse is that I live by an actual beach now, and every moment of my summer feels like its been taken up with paddleboarding (I got good), swimming, snorkelling, and even a brief foray into surfing that definitely needs its own post one day. Suffice it to say I’m not a natural.
My wetsuit basically hasn’t been dry for three months. Also, I own a wetsuit now. I bought it from a nice cat lady on ebay.
But, it turns out, I can’t be living my best beach babe life and also be writing. I’d really like to be a better person with a great work ethic, but you know what I want to do after I’ve been getting a shitload of sea air atop the actual sea? Eat everything in my kitchen and fall asleep in front of the News At Ten. Just like they do in, like, Malibu. And that’s what I’ve been doing. Let’s call it long-term holiday mode.
But now the nights are drawing in, it’s rained for three days straight (on top of the entire summer of unseasonable rain we’ve barely finished) and my paddleboarding season is over.
So, feel special. Because I’m back. And it’s definitely not down to a glass of wine and a lack of anything else to do. Honest.