At the start of October, we whisked ourselves away for a week in Donegal - a belated 3rd anniversary gift to ourselves. We were really exhausted and needed a break. A little caravan, with no internet access or tv, on an island, with it's own private beach. Sounded pretty perfect.
Turns out we never wanted to come home, and the daily routines - of beach-combing, walking the dogs, swimming in the icy waters, reading books until our neck got sore, pottering in the kitchen, foraging for flowers in the hedgerow and doodling with our watercolours - never got old.
I didn't want to come back to the pressures of the internet & social media, and the world. This felt more like living life.
Can't wait to go back and hide some more.