A little bed and breakfast, or a caravan, somewhere quiet where I can hear gulls calling early in the morning. The smell of salt air and the sound of crashing or gurgling waves. I’m not bothered which.
Waking up to sea breezes, maybe opening the door to a beach view. Somewhere to chill. Feel less stressed.
Going to bed as the moon rises, looking out at dark skies glinting with stars. Maybe a small glass of wine.
Oh, I would just would love to safely get away from it all. Lockdown and life are getting me down.
Mallaband-Brown 