Heading South, Beach Bound.

Take me there...

My ideal day will always be spent near the beach, chasing waves, salt on my lips, sunshine on my face.  Leisurely morning strolls, lazy afternoons, book-in-hand, head lolling with sleep.  Collecting shells, prodding sticks into wet sand, squealing at crabs, and yes, building castles.  No deadlines, no schedules, no phones ringing, no emails 'pinging'.  Take me to a small coastal town, in a far off land, a sleepy fishing village, a weatherbeaten beach shack, hidden from view.  Fresh crayfish on tap, BBQs at noon, pina coladas, margaritas, that's my ideal day, something like that.

It's been a little crazy in the parallel universe recently.  I'm heading south to a very small isle for a short summery break.  There'll be writing, plenty of sleep and best of all, that salty air.  So, feel free, drop everything, grab your notebook, pack a bag, -come away with me!  -T xox

PS:  What's your ideal day?