Head Space Daily Words...

That early September, back to school feeling is in the air at the moment. Full of the hope of new beginnings, coupled with a touch of sadness at the passing of summer. There is a noticeable change in the weather, which turns your thoughts to the autumn and winter months that lie ahead. The annual holiday fortnight when I let it all hang out on the beach is now stored in the memory banks. There I was, wearing my turquoise swimming shorts – a last minute TK Maxx purchase – so bright that you could spot me half a mile away. I turned 40 whilst on holiday and can’t think of a better place to have reached that so called milestone. The campsite that we go to in Brittany is now a home from home. We even see the same people each year. The Wolves supporting vicar with his wife and kids, the German family on the neighbouring pitch, with whom we played football on the beach until 11PM and the bass player from Gramme and his family, whom we met when they moved into the vicar’s pitch. That’s not to mention friends from London who pass through at various points whilst we are there. It’s two weeks when nothing really matters. There are no computers, PS3s and phones are kept to a minimum. The important things are the beach, the sea, the sun, ice cream, good people, good food and good wine. What more do you need. Roll on next year…