To be on a beach somewhere

In which I wish I lived by the sea so it didn’t cost anything to go there.

I just want to go away, not in the sleeping with the fishes sense but just want a nice relaxing holiday. Away from offices, away from OFSTED inspection, away from the British weather, away from the sofa, away from this cold I’ve had all winter. I just want to be away.

All I’m asking for is a week somewhere with a beach, little more than a few restaurants along the sea front and a pool bar that can serve me the occasional beer. Thankfully I’m the kind of person that likes to organise a completely unorganised trip.

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