After a fabulous impromptu feast a while back I was wondering why I don’t do the simple things that make joy more often.
And then I baulk and find a million reasons in my head not to go when my husband suggests a drive and a run on the beach on a sunny Sunday.
I am so glad we did go.
(Duly retrieved from the waves by her Retriever.)
(Rolling down the steepest dune you can find – I remember the thrill!)
Seriously. Why don’t I do it more often?