Beach House Living

“A beach house isn’t just real estate. It’s a state of mind.”

Douglas Adams

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.

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Sinful Sunday

In the sand dunes 

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!

Sinful Sunday

Random Leg Shot

“There’ll come a point in the month where I’ll have to wheel out some random leg shots.” Me.

There are some new photos from yesterday to edit, hopefully more with this chap at some point this week, and this gorgeous woman is flying into the country just in time to get in on the February Photofest action. So I definitely haven’t lost the love for this challenge! But on this slightly fuzzy headed Monday I’ve decided to have a little breather by wheeling out a random leg shot…

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Febraury Photofest

Cosy

I went to the shop with the intention of buying some black lace. I came out with an oh so soft brushed cotton sleep suit. It’s my new favourite thing! And so much better for January evenings spent hibernating on the sofa. It might not be what I had in mind, but I think there might be something sexy about being cosy…

Sinful Sunday

Beehive

This huge sensory installation at Kew is modelled on a beehive with the pace of sound and light responding to activity in a real nearby beehive. There were a few too many people around on a hot August day to take any truly sinful photos, but I would love to return first thing in the morning and get some more adventurous shots!

Photo by Tamsin Flowers; my photos of her to follow next week!!

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Sinful Sunday

Tied

I don’t want to be tied or bound to one man.  But if one man wants to tie or bind me, that’s quite fine! Happy Valentine’s Day to all you beautiful people.

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Sinful Sunday