Sunday.
When we woke up the sun was up and bright in the sky. We took our time in that lat morning (or early afternoon?).
Once we were all ready, we headed south, to explore the coast. After an hour drive or so, we stopped at one of the beaches we could see from the road. We spent there a few hours enojoying the sun and the beautiful weather. I just realxed. That's all I ask and I need from my time at the beach. The sound of waves, the wind, the smell of iodine.. let me lay down, close my eyes and relax... I could do with a walk or a swim, but in my own time (the water was unbereably cold that day!). We left the beach at some point after 5pm. We drove again along the coast, passing by charming villages, surprised by the very narrow street we had to drive through.
Next destination: Hope and its cliffs. The sun over the sea was a spectacular show. The cliffs, falling straight into the sea, were an exciting danger. We walked along the cliffs, stared at the view, took some pictures and rested on a bench overlooking the Channel. We could not stay for the sunset, we had more to do for that day.
Brixham was our last stop: a fishermen' village and its quaint streets.
Images: an ancient vessel hauled into the dock, sorrounded by smaller boats. Green and pink lights lighting up the sides of the dock. A seagull, sitting on the head of the statue of William D'Orange. Boats resting in the bay at sunset. The stars above the bay: thousands of gleaming dots.
The feeling that it would not be so bad living there, and leave this crazy world outside, far away from the ordinary life.
When we woke up the sun was up and bright in the sky. We took our time in that lat morning (or early afternoon?).
Once we were all ready, we headed south, to explore the coast. After an hour drive or so, we stopped at one of the beaches we could see from the road. We spent there a few hours enojoying the sun and the beautiful weather. I just realxed. That's all I ask and I need from my time at the beach. The sound of waves, the wind, the smell of iodine.. let me lay down, close my eyes and relax... I could do with a walk or a swim, but in my own time (the water was unbereably cold that day!). We left the beach at some point after 5pm. We drove again along the coast, passing by charming villages, surprised by the very narrow street we had to drive through.
Next destination: Hope and its cliffs. The sun over the sea was a spectacular show. The cliffs, falling straight into the sea, were an exciting danger. We walked along the cliffs, stared at the view, took some pictures and rested on a bench overlooking the Channel. We could not stay for the sunset, we had more to do for that day.
Brixham was our last stop: a fishermen' village and its quaint streets.
Images: an ancient vessel hauled into the dock, sorrounded by smaller boats. Green and pink lights lighting up the sides of the dock. A seagull, sitting on the head of the statue of William D'Orange. Boats resting in the bay at sunset. The stars above the bay: thousands of gleaming dots.
The feeling that it would not be so bad living there, and leave this crazy world outside, far away from the ordinary life.
Monday.
Another day of walks through the park , in search of waterfalls. Disappointment was what I felt once we got there: the waterfalls were simply a creek running downhill and jumping over some big rocks. During the final hours of our trip, we had a look at Wells Cathedral (magnificient and beautiful) and then back to the road and back to Oxford.
I did not want to go back.
I wanted to keep my travel mates for a bit longer and find another destination to live together. And then another one. And another one again. If I could, I would have stopped the time. Life though, is in constant motion and and memories are the only way we can freeze time.
Now, I find myself smiling every time something that happened during this trip comes to my mind.
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