If you have had time to flick across to either my
twitter or
facebook page,
you will have seen me describe myself as
moving between the southern tip and the northern edge of africa
Well, last month saw us spending holiday time down south,
and for the last week we were lucky enough to sit still for a while and stay in a friends beach cottage.
This was a cottage full of nostalgia for me, full of patina and texture from my childhood beach holidays.
No grand vistas, vast sheets of glass or cutting edge design, but instead hot water that comes on with a woosh of the gas flame, beds that just might have a slightly grainy feeling of sand at your toes, piles of shells collected over the years . .
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