3:28pm on a Friday. The sun was shining, the roof was down, the music was onnnn and I may or may not have already had a few ciders, we were en-route for a weekend away from the city, the weather was due to be fine and the company even finer.
The Destination: Southwold
The Aim: A weekend of fun and frivolities, love and laughter with a bit of sunshine, rounders, sandcastle making, gin and good food sprinkled all over.
We’d manage to get exclusive use of a beautiful 5 bed house a stone’s throw from the beach and I felt like we had won the lottery when we walked in, because it was bloody breathtaking.
I used to live quite close to Southwold and even worked there for a few years so although the place holds wonderful memories in my heart, I took it for granted that we were going to the seaside. Now I live in the city it felt like a real life weekend getaway road trip. We’d all taken the afternoon off work and the group chat had been going off all morning, it was a 5 min drive out of the city then 55 mins of delightful countryside, windy roads, tractors and that *wonderful* Norfolk/Suffolk smell of farm *read vile and disgusting and gagworthy.
On arrival there was obviously an excitable flurry of running around all the rooms and ohhing and ahhing at the seaside views from the windows, the sound of ciders being cracked open and sitting in the glorious garden.
I’m not really going to go into the details of the weekend, because there’s not really much to tell other than I swallowed 3 bugs on my run on the saturday morning because they were everywhere and it was muggy, we forgot the rounders set, we ate more cheese than Stuart Little, made a monstrous sand castle and I ate a bloody afternoon tea ice cream. Yes, it was of course everything I’ve ever wished for and more.
But the main point of this post is how good it felt to get away from the “norm” and just spend some time being me. Not only did being around people constantly took my mind of all the other shit swirling around my head but they made me realise how much I cherish my friends. We laughed until we cried, we swore and got rowdy, we talked about love making (eye roll) we made each other cups of teas (and gin and tonics) we cooked breakfast together, we played games (I lost every one) and watched love island (obviously).
I put my phone away as soon as I got picked up Friday and seldom checked it all weekend, unless it was to capture some pics or upload an Insty story, but it felt very refreshing and I felt present.
When we went to the beach I walked and felt the sand between my toes, I sat on the rocks and listened to the waves crashing against the pier, I absorbed all of the wonderful beach huts and their weird and wonderful names. I went shell and stone hunting and picked out my favourites. I did what I wanted to do to make sure I got the best from my visit. I was grateful for this wonderful world we live in and that I get to experience it. I didn’t have my phone, I didn’t have to worry about anything, about people and what they were doing, I just did me and it felt great.
Come Sunday afternoon I got a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. It has been so wonderful feeling like I was living another life for the weekend that I didn’t want to go back to my life and if a touring circus tried to pick me up I am pretty sure I’d have jumped aboard and started learning the trapeze. I obviously did come home and ate a brownie to cheer me up and I survived it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be…. it never is.
So if you get the chance to get away and switch your phone off, do it. Do you and take time to appreciate, review and enjoy this funny ole place that we call our world.