Photo by the beautiful Tabitha Rayne. Post title by the almost as beautiful and always rude Exhibit A. Legs the model’s own!
Photo by Jedi Hamster
Modesty said in her comment on the original a couple of weeks back that she’d kept scrolling for the opposite view. Well scroll no more…
“A beach house isn’t just real estate. It’s a state of mind.”
I have spent the last three weekends in three different beach houses. In fact, in the last 16 days I’ve only spent two days away from the seaside. It has been glorious. From exuberant weddings to much-needed solo time to hanging out with family, it’s been a restful and restorative series of June weekends. I left London dog tired; I return energised for a huge new work project and excited about a summer of socialising. Yes, I definitely recommend the calm peace of the beach house state of mind.
On Friday I took a walk along the South West Coastal Path from where I was staying to an area of sand dunes that I’d read were popular with naked sunbathers. It was a long and occasionally precarious walk which didn’t always play that well with my fear of heights and vertigo; at one point I was stuck rigid to the spot with the cliff dropping away to my left, unable to move until a couple appeared from the opposite direct and pride forced me to take a deep breath and move on.
But when I got to the beach and found my hidden corner of the sand dunes the view made it all seem worthwhile. It was my first naked sunbathing experience away from my own garden and I’m sure it won’t be my last. I did get the train back though!
My blog was two yesterday so for this #throwbackthursday I thought I would revisit my first post, Stepping Out. I don’t think there’s any contest in this re-edit; in my opinion black and white lifts this shot in such a spectacular way I’m not sure why I ever thought the colour one was any good!