Not many people would see me as a spontaneous person, let alone an impulsive one. And yet, today, I had the idea over breakfast to get away for a few days, and here I am! Not only to get away, but to set off without a destination in mind - doubly surprising. The thing is that however much you like your home, and I like mine a lot, the stimulus of a change of scene is good for the system. I will admit to being a victim of inertia; a willing victim, but a victim nonetheless. Already I feel more alive.
We visited Burnham-on-Sea on the way here. Why? Because it was handy, and we hadn't been there before. I liked it, which was a surprise. Of course, no seaside resort can look its best on a grey day in January, but there is a pleasant promenade which leads onto an estuaryside path, and the sea is incontrovertibly the sea. The town has seen better days and yet seems cared for, a place with some civic pride. And in the late afternoon the sky cleared somewhat, the sun exerted itself, and the sunset over the coastal hills of North Devon was worth seeing. Cold of course, but invigoratingly so.
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